Timestamp: 50th of Vhalar, 716 - 22nd Break
Location: The Bronze Boar
By Ilaren, she needed a drink.
When she had accepted the job as a temporary server at The Bronze Boar, she had done it for the nel. The request promised fifteen gold - a sizeable sum - to anyone who could fill in as a server during the Annual Beer Festival. Though she had never served beer before, Sabine had frequented plenty of taverns in her short lifetime and considered herself something of an expert. It seemed only natural for her to accept the role, especially since she had yet to find a full-time job in the city.
And really, the first break had gone by without a hitch. She’d taken orders, cleared tables, and only got into a single argument with a patron - which, arguably, was his fault for moving just as she was about to set down his beer.
So, all things considered, she’d been doing well.
Until she noticed Vincent.
She had spotted him by the door just ten bits earlier, and suddenly the corset she’d been forced to wear (“It’ll make you look like you have a chest, love”) felt tighter. Her mouth felt dry, her hands were clammy, and her mind had completely forgotten how to form sentences.
“Miss? Hello?”
Had he been there the entire time, just standing by the door and surveying the room like some sort of creep?
“Uh, excuse me, miss?”
No. This was bullshit. He didn’t get to show up and waltz back into her life like he’d done nothing wrong. He didn’t get to make her feel this way, not after everything he’d put her through.
Sabine grabbed a half-empty mug from a neighbouring table and downed the remaining ale.
“Hey!”
Sabine ignored the displeased patrons and, instead, straightened her shoulders, smoothed her skirt, and set her eyes on the man who had plagued her thoughts since she’d first seen him on the Docks just seven trials earlier.
If he thought he could just… just stalk her until she forgave him, he had another thing coming.
She narrowed her eyes and shoved her way across the crowded tavern floor until she reached his side. “Vincent.” Sabine crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and shot him the dirtiest look she could muster. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Location: The Bronze Boar
By Ilaren, she needed a drink.
When she had accepted the job as a temporary server at The Bronze Boar, she had done it for the nel. The request promised fifteen gold - a sizeable sum - to anyone who could fill in as a server during the Annual Beer Festival. Though she had never served beer before, Sabine had frequented plenty of taverns in her short lifetime and considered herself something of an expert. It seemed only natural for her to accept the role, especially since she had yet to find a full-time job in the city.
And really, the first break had gone by without a hitch. She’d taken orders, cleared tables, and only got into a single argument with a patron - which, arguably, was his fault for moving just as she was about to set down his beer.
So, all things considered, she’d been doing well.
Until she noticed Vincent.
She had spotted him by the door just ten bits earlier, and suddenly the corset she’d been forced to wear (“It’ll make you look like you have a chest, love”) felt tighter. Her mouth felt dry, her hands were clammy, and her mind had completely forgotten how to form sentences.
“Miss? Hello?”
Had he been there the entire time, just standing by the door and surveying the room like some sort of creep?
“Uh, excuse me, miss?”
No. This was bullshit. He didn’t get to show up and waltz back into her life like he’d done nothing wrong. He didn’t get to make her feel this way, not after everything he’d put her through.
Sabine grabbed a half-empty mug from a neighbouring table and downed the remaining ale.
“Hey!”
Sabine ignored the displeased patrons and, instead, straightened her shoulders, smoothed her skirt, and set her eyes on the man who had plagued her thoughts since she’d first seen him on the Docks just seven trials earlier.
If he thought he could just… just stalk her until she forgave him, he had another thing coming.
She narrowed her eyes and shoved her way across the crowded tavern floor until she reached his side. “Vincent.” Sabine crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and shot him the dirtiest look she could muster. “What the hell are you doing here?”