For once, Rey is fashionably late to the welcome night at her own bar. Just one look might tell anyone who knows her why.
Unlike months prior where she spent most of the evening downstairs drinking her feelings away, Rey can be found upstairs sporting a rather modest green dress, tailored by Hadriel's own Margaery Tyrell. With Atem's help, her appearance overall is much more comely than the look she tends to present herself in: Her hair is brushed and fashioned the best her short mahogany mop can be. If one looks a little close, they might notice a hint of... Is that makeup?
Say it isn't so.
Of course, you can bet she's wearing her signature combat boots underneath that. She doesn't compromise when it comes to her footwear.
It's not like she's never dressed up before, or that she's even adverse to it. Making herself appear physically appealing is something she's always had complicated feelings about, so tonight she keeps to herself for the most part. Leaving the volunteers to help with the bartending part most of the time, Rey helps herself to her own home brewed bourbon and slides into one of the booths, across from the dancefloor. She's remiss to seek out conversation with any patrons, especially like this.
II. Game Room.
Before long Rey takes refuge upstairs. Anyone passing by might freely notice Rey sitting at a table with a checkerboard in front of her, along with some red and black circular pieces on the squares. She's got a drink with her and she might have had too many when she is finally the one starting conversation.
"Care for a game?" Rey asks, holding up a red piece from the checkerboard between her middle and index fingers. There's an actual hint of a grin on her face.
She might have had too much to drink -- or maybe not enough?
Rey. | OTA
For once, Rey is fashionably late to the welcome night at her own bar. Just one look might tell anyone who knows her why.
Unlike months prior where she spent most of the evening downstairs drinking her feelings away, Rey can be found upstairs sporting a rather modest green dress, tailored by Hadriel's own Margaery Tyrell. With Atem's help, her appearance overall is much more comely than the look she tends to present herself in: Her hair is brushed and fashioned the best her short mahogany mop can be. If one looks a little close, they might notice a hint of... Is that makeup?
Say it isn't so.
Of course, you can bet she's wearing her signature combat boots underneath that. She doesn't compromise when it comes to her footwear.
It's not like she's never dressed up before, or that she's even adverse to it. Making herself appear physically appealing is something she's always had complicated feelings about, so tonight she keeps to herself for the most part. Leaving the volunteers to help with the bartending part most of the time, Rey helps herself to her own home brewed bourbon and slides into one of the booths, across from the dancefloor. She's remiss to seek out conversation with any patrons, especially like this.
II. Game Room.
Before long Rey takes refuge upstairs. Anyone passing by might freely notice Rey sitting at a table with a checkerboard in front of her, along with some red and black circular pieces on the squares. She's got a drink with her and she might have had too many when she is finally the one starting conversation.
"Care for a game?" Rey asks, holding up a red piece from the checkerboard between her middle and index fingers. There's an actual hint of a grin on her face.
She might have had too much to drink -- or maybe not enough?