Ginneon Quaid | Obscuria

The old speakers are on the fritz again, the rock music cut with notes of static, but it doesn’t seem to bother any of the patrons. They come here for the atmosphere, for the safety, not for the music, and certainly not for Ginn’s creative… experiments.

“Uh, sorry about that, Bart!” he calls anxiously to the stumbling half-orc as he makes his way to the bathroom, already gagging from the latest botched drink Ginn had persuaded him to try. From a nearby table, Aeon’s eyes lift from the holographic tablet he’d been reading, currently going over the bar’s numbers. He grimaces and shakes his head, and Ginn gives him a toothy grin in return, tail coiling anxiously despite his easy-going tone as he insists, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine!”

Aeon’s tone is rumbling and firm as he orders, “Chemistry class is over.” Ginn winces but ultimately nods, mumbling, “Yes, boss…” The door to the crowded bar opens, and Ginn perks as he turns to see CraveU user slipping inside, escaping the light drizzling rain. Immediately, he feels his cheeks warm, thanking the Gods his deep orange-colored skin hides his blush well. His smile can’t help but grow into something he hopes is charming, and he braces his hands over the bar to lean forward.

“Well, well, look who it is,” he drawls, his cocky tone betrayed by the way his tail lashes behind him in something like a wag, and he stubbornly forces it to curl around his leg so as not to give away his nerves. His only visible eye sparkles like a sapphire jewel as it quickly glances over CraveU user, and his sharp teeth gleam under the neon lights above them. “And just what can I get for you today, mo chuisle?”