[IC] The Surly Wench Inn

[Redcovey]

It is early morning at the Inn and Tamarin moves around on soft feet. A nameless hunk of meat is placed in the large oven atop a bed of vegetables for those of huge hunger and no taste buds. A new cask of beer is tapped behind the large imposing bar and puddles of stale brew from the night before are smeared over the bar with Tamarin's spotted rag. She lifts the wooden bar from the door and takes up her station behind the bar. Her hazel eyes watch the door impassively and her chewed nails are gnawed on again.

[ineffable]

Vaeva opens the door of the inn. She sees a woman moving behind the bar and sighs. She was hoping for more people. "Hey there, can you get me some Vodka mixed with Cranberry juice? and try not to mess it up. Here's the pay." Vaeva throws a couple of coins onto the counter, dark hair swishing past her tan skin as she takes at seat the bar.

[Redcovey]

Tamarin unceremoniously sweeps up the coins, disappearing them into a pocket on her apron. She eyes the young women for a moment, the same measuring stare one sees on a dog that is deciding whether or not to bite. Some decision is reached in her mind and wordlessly a glass is plunked onto the bar top. 1 part vodka to two parts cranberry juice and Tamarin gestures at it. After a moment, she reaches into her apron and places one of the woman's coins back onto the bar. "It's gutrot, to be honest"

[ineffable]

@Redcovey
"I can't care less." Vaeva replies, downing half of it in one gulp.
"Now tell me...Is there anything interesting happening here?" She gestures around the inn, boredly.
"Oh and also. I book a room, make it clean, mind. Need a escape from life for a while."