catch-all.

[merced]

WHO: Aranea Highwind + select individuals
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: OOC: February | IC: September 16 - 30.
WHAT: February catch-all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: n/a for now - will edit if needed.

If you'd like to plot something / for me to write you a starter, feel free to hit me up via PM to this account!

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[cheffeur]

[There's a few moments before he responds- Updating his implant's notes on the woman he had just served with the time of her order, what he had made, attaching it to the facial recognition to make sure he'd have it should she approach the counter again- and then giving the shaker a quick wipe-down, before depositing it into the oddly-glowing UV sterilizer built into the counter.]

I'm sure you have time to do a great many things.

[Like fuck off. That's a thing you have time to do, Ardyn.

Still, there's a tight-lipped, forced smile as he shrugs at the man's weaseling out of actually doing anything.]

Well, I suppose they do say cleanliness is next to godliness. Maybe if you're get enough practice here, when we get back home you can shine Ramuh's boots.

whoops hi guys......

[merced]

[ It takes about five minutes for Aranea to return to the bar, and when she does, she has one (1) very intoxicated individual in tow. That is, a young man is leaning against her, feet every which way, head lolling forward. She's got her arm around his back and supports his weight easily, even with her injury still lingering. The front of his shirt is, uh, quite stained. With what, you may ask? Who knows. Aranea certainly doesn't. She's also not hurrying to find out.

A bit unceremoniously, she pushes him into a seat at the bar. One hand is kept on the top of his head, the other holding his chin up. ]

Hey. [ She snaps her fingers at whoever's closest. ] Get me a glass of water.

[ From a commodore in the imperial army to ensuring drunks don't choke on their own vomit... Aranea bites back a sigh, barely, and does the job in front of her. ]