Zo was not long, exiting the pub in short order. The rowdiness of the crowd followed him out, a distinct combination of shouts and singing and laughter cut off suddenly by the closed door.
Despite having had enough drink to put down three bulls, he was steady, and the stink of alcohol was less of a miasma. It was impossible to think it, but perhaps he was sobering up.
"C'mon. B'fore somebody comes lookin fer me."
He led the way, heedless of the weather or the threat of rain. His long, loping gait carried him away from the bar in seconds. He was already around the next corner, and stopped only so Celeste could catch up. In the semi-darkness of the street, the blue around his irises glowed, casting his pale features in electric blue.
"D'ye need any supplies?"
Despite the question, he started walking again, heading this way and that, waiting for an answer. He knew the town well, despite "only" having come for the pubs. He might have been there for more than a week, and was ready to leave.
Despite having had enough drink to put down three bulls, he was steady, and the stink of alcohol was less of a miasma. It was impossible to think it, but perhaps he was sobering up.
"C'mon. B'fore somebody comes lookin fer me."
He led the way, heedless of the weather or the threat of rain. His long, loping gait carried him away from the bar in seconds. He was already around the next corner, and stopped only so Celeste could catch up. In the semi-darkness of the street, the blue around his irises glowed, casting his pale features in electric blue.
"D'ye need any supplies?"
Despite the question, he started walking again, heading this way and that, waiting for an answer. He knew the town well, despite "only" having come for the pubs. He might have been there for more than a week, and was ready to leave.
