[ And as delicious as the food and the company is, the air in the bar is also getting a little tight and close and warm. She tips her head to glance towards the exit, and just like that, a decision is made. Luna seems to unfold back to her feet like malleable liquid, and then it's the amiable chaos of getting the bill paid: the pair of them digging through pockets and wallets to turn out the magical Grecian currencies, the lepta and foinix, squinting and trying to count them properly in the low light, laying them out for their bartender.
That eventually done, she shrugs into her light jacket, slings the satchel back over her shoulder, and they head outside. There's a brief moment where she confers with one of her colleagues — setting up a way to get in touch later, not exactly a curfew, but still a don't go too far and get eaten by that dragon — and then it's the pair of them spilling outdoors, Luna close on Charlie's heels.
The island air smells like the sea. It's a little chillier now that the sun's set and the wind cutting in off the water, even if it's balmy, so she finds herself burying her hands in her jacket pockets as they saunter along. She breathes deep, a contented sigh. ]
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[ And as delicious as the food and the company is, the air in the bar is also getting a little tight and close and warm. She tips her head to glance towards the exit, and just like that, a decision is made. Luna seems to unfold back to her feet like malleable liquid, and then it's the amiable chaos of getting the bill paid: the pair of them digging through pockets and wallets to turn out the magical Grecian currencies, the lepta and foinix, squinting and trying to count them properly in the low light, laying them out for their bartender.
That eventually done, she shrugs into her light jacket, slings the satchel back over her shoulder, and they head outside. There's a brief moment where she confers with one of her colleagues — setting up a way to get in touch later, not exactly a curfew, but still a don't go too far and get eaten by that dragon — and then it's the pair of them spilling outdoors, Luna close on Charlie's heels.
The island air smells like the sea. It's a little chillier now that the sun's set and the wind cutting in off the water, even if it's balmy, so she finds herself burying her hands in her jacket pockets as they saunter along. She breathes deep, a contented sigh. ]
Where are you all staying?