[ On cue, their sleaze in question angles his head their way. It isn't a snap to attention, but it's a skeptical leering — or as skeptical as it can be when he's wobbling in his seat, seemingly dazed by the entire world from what must be his spinning perspective. ]
Stop talking.
[ She hisses, as if it were Percy's fault for drawing his attention, and not their combined (failed) efforts at being inconspicuous. Their mark teeters a bit more, but seems to be too enamored with the new drink that's been set in front of him by the inn's serving girl. ]
If you think you can do better, go ahead. He's drunk enough to tell you anything if you asked.
[ It isn't a conversation Rey wants anything to do with herself. The entire establishment reeks of booze — the proximity of their target, most of all, alcohol wafting toward them. For drinking money, her mind repeats, trying to lead her into memories of the parents that had stranded her, traded her like they would another other find. ]
no subject
Stop talking.
[ She hisses, as if it were Percy's fault for drawing his attention, and not their combined (failed) efforts at being inconspicuous. Their mark teeters a bit more, but seems to be too enamored with the new drink that's been set in front of him by the inn's serving girl. ]
If you think you can do better, go ahead. He's drunk enough to tell you anything if you asked.
[ It isn't a conversation Rey wants anything to do with herself. The entire establishment reeks of booze — the proximity of their target, most of all, alcohol wafting toward them. For drinking money, her mind repeats, trying to lead her into memories of the parents that had stranded her, traded her like they would another other find. ]