Summer, 4th, 19th bell
One tiny foot tapped as she leaned against the bar. Jeb mostly hated it when she stood around enjoying herself instead of working, but Erienne felt it was good for the old bartender to be a little bit irritated - kept his heart rate up. And she was particularly fond of the performers on stage, so she held her position at the bar, foot tapping along with the music as she studied the patrons. It was busy in the Sliver today, as it usually was, the tables inside and outside were populated with patrons in search of a decent late meal, or more commonly at this hour a decent mug of ale. The Silver Sliver provided both, in a pleasant environment, and all with a lovely view of one of Ravok’s well-traveled canals, for those in search of atmosphere along with their drink.
For Erienne, the view outside was less commanding than in, and bright blue eyes roamed the interior for familiar faces and interesting new ones. Although delivering food and drinks in the tavern was how she earned her living, in truth she would have spent as much time in the place without the incentive of income. Its popularity with both longtime residents of the city as well as travelers from all points outside, the tavern was the perfect place for her to indulge in her favorite pastime: being nosy.
“Get to work, Erienne,” the low growl cut across the energetic music, but without any real heat. Loafing for a few seconds wasn’t the worst thing she could be doing, and Jeb knew the regulars enjoyed her bubbly personality, so there would be no real consequences for her abandonment of her duties. Still, customers had to be served, and he wasn’t hesitant to let her know about it. “You can ‘enjoy the music’,” the words came with a twist of his lips that clearly communicated his opinion on that, “while you go ask those folks what they need. Go on!”
Erienne turned an unapologetic grin on Jeb, the group of men who had walked in were regulars and she could have taken their order to them without even asking them, but they were friendly, not grabby, and tipped well. Before pushing away from the bar, she offered one last bit of sass to the tender, “Save me a dance later, Jeb?” With a showy twirl that set the skirt of her dress twirling in a cloud of grey, she laughed and made her way to the new arrivals, certain that Jeb was shaking his head at her back. She’d never seen the man dance, or smile for that matter, as though he thought it would crack the scar of his face.
Although she’d long ago learned not to ask about it, Jeb’s scar was still a spot of intense curiosity to her. Now, as she spun and bobbed her way across the tavern in time to the music, she wondered again how he’d come by it. Barfight? Attacked by monstrous beasts outside the city somewhere? Youthful indiscretion? She shook her head; it was no use. The man was not eager to reveal his secrets, and she’d never even heard a hint of information leave his lips that hadn’t been intentional and planned. No, Jeb wasn’t one she could plumb for juicy details on anything. Much too tight-lipped.
For Erienne, the view outside was less commanding than in, and bright blue eyes roamed the interior for familiar faces and interesting new ones. Although delivering food and drinks in the tavern was how she earned her living, in truth she would have spent as much time in the place without the incentive of income. Its popularity with both longtime residents of the city as well as travelers from all points outside, the tavern was the perfect place for her to indulge in her favorite pastime: being nosy.
“Get to work, Erienne,” the low growl cut across the energetic music, but without any real heat. Loafing for a few seconds wasn’t the worst thing she could be doing, and Jeb knew the regulars enjoyed her bubbly personality, so there would be no real consequences for her abandonment of her duties. Still, customers had to be served, and he wasn’t hesitant to let her know about it. “You can ‘enjoy the music’,” the words came with a twist of his lips that clearly communicated his opinion on that, “while you go ask those folks what they need. Go on!”
Erienne turned an unapologetic grin on Jeb, the group of men who had walked in were regulars and she could have taken their order to them without even asking them, but they were friendly, not grabby, and tipped well. Before pushing away from the bar, she offered one last bit of sass to the tender, “Save me a dance later, Jeb?” With a showy twirl that set the skirt of her dress twirling in a cloud of grey, she laughed and made her way to the new arrivals, certain that Jeb was shaking his head at her back. She’d never seen the man dance, or smile for that matter, as though he thought it would crack the scar of his face.
Although she’d long ago learned not to ask about it, Jeb’s scar was still a spot of intense curiosity to her. Now, as she spun and bobbed her way across the tavern in time to the music, she wondered again how he’d come by it. Barfight? Attacked by monstrous beasts outside the city somewhere? Youthful indiscretion? She shook her head; it was no use. The man was not eager to reveal his secrets, and she’d never even heard a hint of information leave his lips that hadn’t been intentional and planned. No, Jeb wasn’t one she could plumb for juicy details on anything. Much too tight-lipped.