[ He supposes one of them has to be the adult, but it can wait until Fjord has had some Queen's water fresh from the bar, in no mood for ale. The woman who serves him recognises him immediately and he finds himself thanking the red tiefling for taking care of his drunk ass the night before, earning a wave of No Big Deal. Everything else they say is between them and before he leaves the bar she pats him in the cheek, making his ears turn dark green as she warns him to stay sober another day (at least).
Back at the table, he catches Beau's meaningful eye and gives her one back, because he is getting to it, gods damn. He sips his drink, waiting for the conversation to wind down, and finds his gaze drawn sombrely to Molly again. ]
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Back at the table, he catches Beau's meaningful eye and gives her one back, because he is getting to it, gods damn. He sips his drink, waiting for the conversation to wind down, and finds his gaze drawn sombrely to Molly again. ]