Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-28412230-20170308233212

Usakii wrote: Alice huffed, thwacking Augustus over the head with a small paper fan.

"TRAVEL JUNKIE?! Honestly dearie, I'm collecting important information! How else am I going to know how El Diabilo whiskey is made~"

She scrunched up her nose playfully, Adrien quickly grabbing her attention. Without another word, she walked over to the child, cooing over him as Heron stood there in confusion, raising an eyebrow at a definitely-not-entirely-sober Robin, wanting an explanation.

Sparrow shakily nodded, sitting up straight as the tense mood from earlier started to ebb away due to Alice's fussing.

"Heron, these two men are the blokes from the failed requested Beaumont mission that got our Finch killed. Quail and the other one are upstiars with Duck."

Seconds seemed to fade into minutes as Heron looked at the two up and down, his judging green gaze serious and seemingly deviod of any emotion. "Take that as a compliment," the burnette huffed as well, his tone numbed down as he was slightly offended as his expression hardened stoicly as he turned in front of the bar table, politely asking the bartender for a shot of whiskey.

Adrien waved to the woman warily, worry coating his beaming, faded indigo eyes, "H-Hi, ma'am..."