She tips her head, a silent yes, and watches him go. He might be the tallest man in the room, certainly built for seamanship. This, in itself, is a sort of test--no half-hidden limp to be seen, capable of talking to the barkeep without a scene--of things that ought to be assumed but can't be. She's seen enough men incapable of such things that she's watchful of them now.
When he returns, she takes the glass put before her and holds it up slightly. It's the closest she comes to a toast. "New ventures."
His face was solemn as ever as his gaze followed the lift of her glass, and he mirrors the gesture as a small smile tugged slightly at the corner of his mouth again. "Fair winds," he adds quietly before taking a healthy sized swallow of his drink before setting the glass down. He wasn't much of a drinker before this, though judging from the way those inside the bar were acting he supposed he'd have his fair share of chances to begin now. Not tonight though, tonight he knew he was still a new face in the crowd, it was better to stay aware.
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Date: 2020-08-09 12:33 am (UTC)When he returns, she takes the glass put before her and holds it up slightly. It's the closest she comes to a toast. "New ventures."
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Date: 2020-08-11 04:34 am (UTC)