08-15-2018, 05:48 PM
The tavern was pretty fun. Luca liked to practice slipping laxitives and other questionable items (such as bugs or old prey) into peoples drinks when they werent looking, just to see their reaction when they realized what had happened. It was funny to watch and taught his victims to be more cautious, so it was a win-win in Luca's eyes. His trusty drug-filled belt pouch hung by his side, rocking with the subtle sway of his hips as he wandered aimlessly through the tavern. He wasnt here to cause mischief today, merely to hang around the lowlives and soak up the atmosphere. It reminded him of home a little. He scanned the crowd when a flash of white caught his eye, causing his gaze to lock securely on Aphra. He blinked, and then slowly made his way towards the somewhat out of place feline. "Heya ma'am," he greeted, eyeing her without any subtlety. "I dont think we've met before." What better way to get to know someone than surrounded by the stench of alcohol?