@sepulchrals (for Aelith) Location: The Ruined Docks.
He's nursing his 2nd thumbnail of whiskey when he spots her. She stands side on and it's the jut of her profile that he thinks he half recognises.
One of the Raiders pirates.
Laurent keeps his eyes on her, while he swallows the rest of his drink down, while he tries to ignore the wretched wreck of his ship that he hadn't actually explored yet. Something in him couldn't bare it just yet. He'd needed something stiff to make his legs work normally after surveying the carnage. Even now he still felt wrong, like his skin was threatening to slip of his bones. Like someone had carved his heart out and was waiting for his brain to catch up with the pain of it all.
When finished, he stands, tosses the owed amount onto the table and makes a prowling B-line for her.
"Just you?" he askes as soon as he's close enough to. His tone is all honey, sweet and sticky enough to drown them both. He can't hide how tierd he is though. Usually immaculate in his presentation, he's coat and hatless and lacking a ribbon for his hair, so it hangs frazzled and long past his open collar. He's glaring at her despite that.
"-or is the rest of your vagabond crew out there stripping strips like they're chicken bones?" he tuts sharply. "-and half of them not even cold in their watery graves yet."
