A Beautiful Woman (Larxene)
Larxene smirked as she hopped onto a barstool, tapping her fingers against the countertop as Lexaeus took a seat next to her, “you have eyes, don’t you?” She quirked an eyebrow at him before glancing around the place. Nobody had taken any notice to the portal opening and closing in the middle of the establishment, and judging by their attire and attitudes she was fairly positive they’d seen much stranger than two figures in black cloaks appearing out of thin air.
“And apparently you can speak more than three words at a time, too.” She chuckled, satisfied that her idea had worked. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that taking the Silent Hero out of the work environment already had him talking. She figured everyone in the Organization was similar in that sense, as it was no secret that their workplace was an execution waiting to happen. One wrong word and you’d be turned to dusk - Larxene just so happened to be skilled in talking nonsense for hours on end, just for kicks.
She eyed the barista with mild curiosity as she approached them, nodding her head at the familiar female. She’d been visiting frequently, in hopes of catching up with some old friends she’d made on her visits to EDGE long ago, but no such luck had come of it other than the occasional free drink for being a regular. “The usual,” she mumbled, shooting her companion for the night a look, “and the big guy wants…?”
Larxene’s carefree, leisurely attitude was almost catlike, Lexaeus reflected, watching her smoothly step over to one of the barstools with a feline grace. One would have never guessed, by the way this young woman held herself, that the both of them were currently in a rather overly inebriated establishment who considered their flashy entrance to be altogether mundane.
It was a strange new world that they had stumbled into.
Lexaeus quirked a brow at the comment. Stringing three words together was a simple task, but looking back on it now, Lexaeus would be hard pressed to remember the last time he had actually held a conversation with someone, anyone, for more than a minute or two. It was a travesty, he realized slowly as he watched the Nymph order with a practiced grace. He eased himself into the seat next to her, casting a wary glance at their fellow patrons, but he quickly put these worries out of his mind. Those patrons didn’t care about Lexaeus any more than they cared that they were, in fact, drinking too much.
Lexaeus tried to stifle a chuckle at the Nymphs prodding that she was continually doing, trying to catch him breaking under the pressure, trying to find a weak point in the chain of his ‘armor’. He refused to be read quite so easily, but who was to deny him the pleasure of a nice, sizable bottle of ale. Besides, this young woman seemed more than eager to join him and drinks.
“Looks as though you’re rather well known here.” He finished unceremoniously, gesturing to the room with his bottle. ”Do you go alone….?” He inquired foolishly.