"You wanted me here, Round Table, so here I am. What for, though, because I honestly have no idea." Aria gurgled, downing another glass of alcohol. This time it was Kraken.
Guinevere looked at her, vigilantly scanning her from head to toes, and then she sat right next to her, knocking twice to the bar surface. A moment later the bartender slid a glass filled with Fireball towards her, nodded, and left to the backroom, leaving them alone.
"I know why I don't trust you." She squinted her eyes, but Aria just tilted over the counter and picked the bottle of rum she started, refilling her glass. Then she shot the liquid courage, glancing at the 'second in command' with a bit of a misty eyes.
"Because you think I'm faking nonchalance and toughness?" she shrugged, wiping her upper lip with the back of her hand. "Ye, try me, bitch."
"I heard what you did for Jerry. Why, though? What was your business in that?"
