[Who she is and why she's there is all a mystery to the tavern's regular patrons, though it's the elf's third night in a row there at the counter, her red hood pulled up over her head, asking for the drink and not saying a word more. Plenty of men have tried approaching her, but after lighting the first one to get handsy with her on fire, they've learned to back off and just let her be. Whoever she is, she's not there for company.
But then there's a dragonborn woman sliding up to the bar, throwing down her coin, and attempting to make conversation with her. The line is awful, terrible, but the woman grins anyway. It's enough for the elf to pull down the hood of her robe, just so that Carey can absolutely catch the way her eyes trail up and down the other woman's shorter frame, obviously checking her out.]
Nope. But I just might if the regular patrons are all as cute as you. [she can shoot terrible lines out too.]
[Hell yeah, it worked! Better not let Carey know that dudes have been trying and failing. She'll get cocky. ... Moreso than she already is. She takes notice of Lup's glance and, ever so subtly, adjusts her sitting position to give Lup a better view.]
Unfortunately I don't think that's the case.
[She tosses her head in the direction of the surrounding patrons. Mostly it's a bunch of unsavory-looking ruffians.]
All the more reason for us girls to stick together.
[And as if to prove her point, Lup picks up her drink and shortens the distance between the two women, taking the empty stool that had been between them as hers now, a long leg crossing over her knee as proof she didn't plan on moving again. Lup drops an elbow on the bar and leans in closer, just to keep their conversation more private. Her body language practically does the glaring for her, a warning for other tavern patrons to leave them alone.]
thank you for my 👏 gay life
But then there's a dragonborn woman sliding up to the bar, throwing down her coin, and attempting to make conversation with her. The line is awful, terrible, but the woman grins anyway. It's enough for the elf to pull down the hood of her robe, just so that Carey can absolutely catch the way her eyes trail up and down the other woman's shorter frame, obviously checking her out.]
Nope. But I just might if the regular patrons are all as cute as you. [she can shoot terrible lines out too.]
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Unfortunately I don't think that's the case.
[She tosses her head in the direction of the surrounding patrons. Mostly it's a bunch of unsavory-looking ruffians.]
I guess you and I are outliers here, huh?
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[And as if to prove her point, Lup picks up her drink and shortens the distance between the two women, taking the empty stool that had been between them as hers now, a long leg crossing over her knee as proof she didn't plan on moving again. Lup drops an elbow on the bar and leans in closer, just to keep their conversation more private. Her body language practically does the glaring for her, a warning for other tavern patrons to leave them alone.]
So, got a cute name to go with that cute smile?