3/30/2023 0 Comments Highbrow pink lemonade![]() ![]() "Funny Rodin, very funny, but I'm rather certain I'm a big girl and can handle myself. After a long night and a low burning irritation that set her and Jeanne off on a hissy argument, she was in no mood for jokes. "I'm not in the business of harming children."īayonetta rolled her eyes. "Not a chance, Bayonetta," Rodin drew her gaze to him with a flat tone. With a raised brow, her gaze flicked from the jug to Rodin and back again, now recognizing the lingering flavor on her tongue. ![]() It was pink lemonade, ‘Simple’ pink lemonade if the brand name was taken into consideration. Rodin folded his arms and shifted off to one side, affording her a view of the back counter and the drink jug. “Pour me another, and this time do be a dear and make sure there is actual alcohol in it.” “People will start to think the dump is losing its infamous touch.” she set the glass down on the bar with a sharp click and tapped her nails along the glass base. All that flair and no kick?” She teased with a faint lit to her tone, though she wore a neutral expression. “Rodin, your drinks are getting dreadful. She hummed lowly, faced twisting into a frown as she lowered the glass and briefly flicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. Only to flinch at the bright sweetness across her tongue,the sour aftertaste not hiding the utter lack of anything remotely resembling the burn of alcohol. With a curious tilt of her head and slight smirk across her lips, she picked up the glass by the tips of her fingers, swirled the contents once, and then downed it back in a single drink. He even managed to keep the container hidden from view as he turned and set the glass down before her. He blocked any hope of view as he opened the fridge door, pulled something out of it and then stood at the back counter as he pored. Never in the twenty years since her awakening had she seen him retrieve a drink from the fridge (hadn’t even really known it was there ) and she watched with interest. Only he didn’t reach up for her choice drink, moving instead to a mini fridge under the back counter.īoth her brows rose at this and she craned her neck, trying to see around his broad back to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. ![]() He still didn't say anything, didn't even move, and while his stoicism was in character, his lack of a joke or a return jibe was not.Īfter a long moment in which he seemed to be studying her, he picked up one of his ridiculously small glasses and then turned back to the wall of booze. “So I think you’ll agree that I’m rather in need of a good stiff drink.” Still, she flashed him her best devil-may-care grin and tilted her head to the side. It had been a bit too long since she’s been ‘allowed’ out for a drink and it was a touch earlier (or later, depending on what side of the clock you ventured upon ) than he would normally serve anyone. A rather unusual display on his part, though she could forgive him. Rodin finally turned to look at her, his expression blank and hands empty. Finishing off her glib complains with: “and to complete my tale of woe, just when I find myself surrounded by uninvited guests from on high, and it looked like all the fun kind of trouble was going to start, the whole feathered flock flew away!" With a slight upturned quirk of one eyebrow, she strode down to the bar and moved to lean against the countertop. His huge hand suspended in mid air and head turned slightly back at her. He reached for another bottle on the shelf, one she recognized as a favorite of hers, and then stopped dead. “sudden arguments with my girlfriend over the smallest things that woman is more tense than a cat trapped in a dog house,” She watched Rodin pull a bottle off the self, inspect the label and the level of the liquid before placing it back with a nod of satisfaction. “My business associate runs completely out of work for the first time ever, an odd trick for a con man if I say so myself,” The sharp click of high heels punctuating her words as she began a languid stride through the empty room. Unperturbed by the lack of response from the proprietor, she moved forward. Rodin didn't bother to look up from his work, his hands occupied in arranging bottles of alcohol in neat lines as she let the double doors to the bar clatter shut, the city noise immediately muffled. “You would not believe the week I’m having,” Her smooth voice cut through the silent air of the bar, words gliding over the sounds of traffic that drifted in from the open door behind her. ![]()
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