He pops the cork and takes a small swig just to make sure it's not nasty, but it wasn't bad at all. Smiling, Molly hands it over to Yasha, looking quite pleased with himself. They could have some wine, talk, have a sleep pile.
All was good again.
"Well, we earned a lot of copper in a couple, people were generous and not as xenophobic as it usually is in these backwater places. That's a big plus. We also had a hilarious drunk half-orc one night that Bo tried to throw out. The guy wasn't violent or anything, just very disruptive in an excited way. Bo and him were pushing each other for quite a while. You could probably have tossed him out the tent in three seconds flat, but watching them go at it was the definitely highlight of that night. Pretty sure it was less about getting him out and more about pride after the first minute."
He talks animatedly, waving his hands a bit as emphasis and laughing a bit.
"Then last show Toya scraped her knee right before her act, and she was very upset about it. We didn't have a mid-show act so Gustav asked me to juggle while they cleaned our little star up. It was just enough to not get the crowd antsy."
Yasha listens attentively, occasionally leaning back out of the way of Molly's more emphatic hand gestures. This is clearly a well practiced movement. It is very easy to fall back into the routines of being around him again.
"You got a whole act huh," she says, and gives him a good-natured clap on the back before she tries the wine herself. Bit tart, but in a nice way. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and passes it back. "Congratulations. Did they like it?" Maybe he'll get to juggle for the crowd all the time if it worked out well. That would be cool, would shake up the show a bit.
You either learned around Molly or you ended up with a hand in your face eventually. Yasha was a Molly-veteran by now, and hadn't been tapped by a purple hand since they met six months ago.
It was weird but soothing how in tune they were.
It also means that her clap on his back doesn't send the tiefling flying, and he's already laughing a little bit as he takes the wine bottle back for a sip. "They swallowed up completely, especially since I used my swords. Don't get me wrong, though - I love to be the center of attention, but perhaps not... that much." He loved making people happy and excited, but he was happy enough being the hype man and the mysterious fortune teller.
It was so much easier working his bullshit on one person at a time instead of a hundred.
"Besides, we don't really have an open spot aside from the saving-the-audience stand-in." It was a packed show as it was, and people got antsy if it got too long.
Yasha nods. She understands. She doesn't like to be the center of attention either; Molly is aware of this. She's far more comfortable on the outskirts of things. Just another way they're able to relate to each other the way that they do.
"It... feels like it keeps getting longer," she says. "The show, I mean. You know?"
They have very good, solid acts, that have become so polished over the years. She's always been in awe of the way Gustav efficiently runs the circus. They've picked up acts along the way too, adding people to their repertoire. "I remember when... there weren't as many people here."
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All was good again.
"Well, we earned a lot of copper in a couple, people were generous and not as xenophobic as it usually is in these backwater places. That's a big plus. We also had a hilarious drunk half-orc one night that Bo tried to throw out. The guy wasn't violent or anything, just very disruptive in an excited way. Bo and him were pushing each other for quite a while. You could probably have tossed him out the tent in three seconds flat, but watching them go at it was the definitely highlight of that night. Pretty sure it was less about getting him out and more about pride after the first minute."
He talks animatedly, waving his hands a bit as emphasis and laughing a bit.
"Then last show Toya scraped her knee right before her act, and she was very upset about it. We didn't have a mid-show act so Gustav asked me to juggle while they cleaned our little star up. It was just enough to not get the crowd antsy."
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"You got a whole act huh," she says, and gives him a good-natured clap on the back before she tries the wine herself. Bit tart, but in a nice way. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and passes it back. "Congratulations. Did they like it?" Maybe he'll get to juggle for the crowd all the time if it worked out well. That would be cool, would shake up the show a bit.
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It was weird but soothing how in tune they were.
It also means that her clap on his back doesn't send the tiefling flying, and he's already laughing a little bit as he takes the wine bottle back for a sip. "They swallowed up completely, especially since I used my swords. Don't get me wrong, though - I love to be the center of attention, but perhaps not... that much." He loved making people happy and excited, but he was happy enough being the hype man and the mysterious fortune teller.
It was so much easier working his bullshit on one person at a time instead of a hundred.
"Besides, we don't really have an open spot aside from the saving-the-audience stand-in." It was a packed show as it was, and people got antsy if it got too long.
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"It... feels like it keeps getting longer," she says. "The show, I mean. You know?"
They have very good, solid acts, that have become so polished over the years. She's always been in awe of the way Gustav efficiently runs the circus. They've picked up acts along the way too, adding people to their repertoire. "I remember when... there weren't as many people here."