01-01-2018, 04:04 PM
Raffe's welcoming grin faltered at the request. Not that the guy wasn't polite, but the identity of Kallisti's patrons was not something lightly splurged from the lips of its employees. He kinda wanted to keep his job. "Sorry, friend."
He shrugged, absorbing the fine suit and sober expression the man wore. It was Carmen who interrupted, drawn most likely by the same qualities Raffe was eyeing now. Her red hair sat neatly on her shoulders, and her gaze narrowed like she found something distasteful. Oriena might own the place, but Carmen was the boss. She glanced the man over a moment, perhaps deciding if this was going to cause trouble. Raffe didn't recognise the name, but something in Carmen's expression suggested she did. After a moment, she simply nodded towards one of the tables.
He shrugged, absorbing the fine suit and sober expression the man wore. It was Carmen who interrupted, drawn most likely by the same qualities Raffe was eyeing now. Her red hair sat neatly on her shoulders, and her gaze narrowed like she found something distasteful. Oriena might own the place, but Carmen was the boss. She glanced the man over a moment, perhaps deciding if this was going to cause trouble. Raffe didn't recognise the name, but something in Carmen's expression suggested she did. After a moment, she simply nodded towards one of the tables.
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