[ It's a rather dull Tuesday night that sees Aranea sitting at her usual spot at the bar, a hot plate of garlic toast beneath her. It isn't that she necessarily wishes for a fight to break out or for someone to drink themselves into a less agreeable state, but on a "good" night, her job consists of sitting in the same place for eight hours and occasionally explaining that no, I can't have a drink with you, I am on the clock.
Needless to say, when Noctis pays a visit, she's quick to give him her undivided attention. ]
Hey, kid. [ Half a smile. ] If you're looking for Four Eyes, [ at some point, that nickname is just inappropriate ] I think he's off tonight.
[ She's assuming that a) Noctis isn't here to see her and b) Noctis isn't here to drink. Then again, maybe he's here to check out the dance floor? ]
» noctis.
Needless to say, when Noctis pays a visit, she's quick to give him her undivided attention. ]
Hey, kid. [ Half a smile. ] If you're looking for Four Eyes, [ at some point, that nickname is just inappropriate ] I think he's off tonight.
[ She's assuming that a) Noctis isn't here to see her and b) Noctis isn't here to drink. Then again, maybe he's here to check out the dance floor? ]