Mainly to see if he drunkenly texted someone something embarrassing. Whatever.” He grabs his scroll from the nightstand, stuffing it into a pocket without bothering to look at his messages - something he usually does after a night of heavy drinking. As it is -” Her gaze cuts to a clock on the wall, “ - half past noon, I am sure the innkeeper is wondering what is taking so long.” A slim eyebrow raises, “You paid for the night, not any longer. Her voice comes, “Are you going to stand there all day, Branwen, or are you coming?” She sneers, and he answers by giving her a glare. Maybe he should nab a drink from the bar before he leaves. He rubs his forehead, feeling the throb of a hangover slowly coming over him. Whatever, once they part ways he'll fly off to a different bar and get roaring drunk and hope to forget all this. He can sort of guess based on the fact that he woke up naked and satisfied next to the queen of grimm, with her in an equal state of undress. He can't even remember all that happened last night. He shakes his head and finishes dressing himself. She snaps the elastic of her stockings, gaining his attention once again. Qrow absolutely cannot think of how hot she just happened to be. The number one most dangerous person on Remnant. Qrow watches her adjust her sleeves and begin to roll on a pair a wool stockings, following her every movement. “I concur.” Salem agrees, drawing him from his contemplation, as she finishes pulling on her dress. Truthfully, Qrow had never expected to meet her, ever. Or to have met her in a bar in this freezing village on the outskirts of Mantle, either. He hadn't expected his stupid and cheesy lines to work. And even when she'd been magicked to look more normal, Qrow just knew. Oz gave a thorough description of her, after all. Especially considering that Qrow knew exactly who he'd been attempting to seduce before they even began. He feels small under her ancient gaze, despite the evening they both spent together.Ī drunken mistake, for sure. “We don't tell anyone.” Qrow says, buttoning his shirt, red eyes meeting equally red irises set in deep black.
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