ㅤ ❝ Oh, what a pity. Instead, how about I pay double for my drink? ❞ She'd lean forward, a smirk on her face as rested her hands atop her glass. ❝ And maybe just a little extra for the conversation with such a beautiful woman. ❞ ㅤ

mind your fucking business dude

ask

how about you mind your own fucking business

I may have stumbled across a conspiracy theory about how all plants can secretly walk and are trying to hide it from us

ㅤ ❝ Oh? Is that your policy? ❞ She'd ask, leaning back herself as she finished the rest of her drink. ❝ If I'm not 100% satisfied, can I refund my drink? ❞ ㅤ

⊰✭⊱ Poor Dana. She had to live through Space Babies.

«🌟» In timelord terms, this would be my last reincarnation.

ㅤ ❝ So what you're telling me, it's less... fairy tale. and more "Oi, saved a geezer from the bloody depths of hell today!" ❞ Chrona said in a mock British accent, raising her glass towards her. ❝ "Poor sod almost chain-smoked half of London. Give us a Guinness, luv!" ❞ ㅤ

“Thanks.” Dash gave a small nod as he took the drink and brought the glass to his lips. He then took a small swig of the liquid, letting out a relaxed sigh afterwards. “Hah…..yeah, that definitely hits the spot.”

ㅤ ❝ That's because you aren't looking at this from the right perspective. ❞ She'd say, brushing the rim of her glass with her tail. ❝ I can only imagine the stories you must hear from the people who venture in here.. ❞ ㅤ

" . . . " A curious side eye summarizes her character, then abruptly shuts with a sigh pushing through soon after. " Moge-ko's the name. She catches people. She hears 'em out. And then, she disposes of 'em. It's tough work - but someone's gotta do the dirty jobs. . . "

ㅤ Chrona nodded, dropping the glass from her tail, catching it in her hands and bringing it to her lips. ❝ For you, it's been 8 months. But for me, a few hundred years or so. But that's not important. What's important is you, here, behind a bar. Isn't that a treat? ❞ ㅤ

" Ah, that's a tale longer you'd care to here. " A cigarette - or, a candy one, at least - is taken from her pocket and inserted into her mouth. " A drifter, we'll say. . . . . .flowing on the wind, wherever there be meals, and seas of red. "

“Ha…! Yeah, I have to admit, I’m not the biggest fan of crowded places.” He let out a faint chuckle, as he looked at his options for drinks. It didn’t take him long at all to find what he wanted to start off. “I’ll have a Mercury Blast, please.”

ㅤ ❝ Oh, Something like that. You're actually looking at her now. Before she was my vessel, we had quite the intimate relationship. ❞ She chuckled, swirling the glass. ❝ But the usual, you know me. Being in the right place at the wrong time. Keeping everything checked. ❞ ㅤ

The moment the glass is set upon the counter, it's swiped up by a demanding hand, and slugged back into the maw of the cretin before her, like a hard bit of Jamison on the night of a tragedy. " Not bad, toots. You been in this business a while, I can tell. . . "

ㅤ ❝ Well... ❞ Chrona's placed her fingertips against the bar, walking them across between them as she reached and picked up the drink with her tail. ❝ Let's just say I had a friend open my eyes to what's really important in life. ❞ ㅤ