The scene at the tavern would play out quite similarly to how she envisioned, Jet not immediately comprehending her departure, though sickness would soon overcome him in combination with his intoxication. He'd stumble his way to the bathroom, thankfully not causing much of a scene as the violent...
Jet would feel his face flush as Nula leaned in. His confidence and bravado cracking with her slight forwardness, not used to interest being reciprocated so readily it would seem, regardless of how he pretended to be used to this sort of thing. He'd clear his throat as she leaned in and spoke...
Jet would feel her captivating purple gaze into his own green eyes as she leaned close on the bar, her words and body language doing a perfect job to keep the unsuspecting Jet from being any the wiser of her intentions or actions leading up to this point. He'd climb onto the adjacent seat, with...
The young, troubled making man would would lose his balance for a second as the big bartender would come by with the drink, arms flailing as he nearly lost his composure and the fragile respect he'd gained from his fellow drunks situated within earshot. He'd collect himself and glance up in...
As she'd listen in the tavern, her excellent hearing would signal her of a particular voice in one end of the tavern, his voice slurred slightly with drink as he'd lean back in the wooden chair, balancing haphazardly while boasting to the circle of patrons he was entertaining with his stories...