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[ thankfully "a tall man with red hair" is in this case a description attached to a name that doesn't, as far as she can tell, have anything to do with leprechauns, so along she trots. without leaving a return description... a short woman with brown hair just doesn't have the same ring.

anyway, he's right. he's difficult to overlook. arriving in the bar car, Laura sidles over and hops herself up on the bar stool beside his. ]

You the beacon I was looking for?

[ hi ]

[Everything about Ardyn's body language exudes lazy — a lazy lean forward, a lazy lilt to his tone, the lazy way the glass filled with something golden-amber is brought to his lips before he bothers to offer a reply. But turning his head, an elbow leaned into the bar counter, he offers her a grin that’s sharp around the edges, as if carved from a knife. Just the default, really.

Unruly strands of (red) hair fall across his forehead, curling at odd angles. He huffs out laughter that at least sounds sincerely amused.]

Ardyn ‘Beacon of Light’ Sky, at your service.

[His free hand makes a little wavy gesture at her, the best greeting she’s going to get out of him.]

Laura, isn’t it?

[hi]

Yeah. Hey.

[ that vague wave is enough of a hi, more than she needs to feel happy to help herself to an echoing elbow on the bar, chin rested in her palm, brows raised in pointed expectation. ]

I'll have whatever you're having.

[Thankfully there's already a whole bottle on display, apparently ordered or otherwise chosen by Ardyn. It's brandy, probably pricy stuff, but he's feeling a little more exuberant with his spending habits lately.

So much that with an languorous movement of his free hand, he slides the entire bottle her way. She'll have to fend for her own separate glass, though there are more than plenty around.]

Easily done. Have what you want.

[Isn't he generous!]

A celebratory drink for a trip you undoubtedly didn't sign up for.

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