<span style="color: #FF8080"> “Sounds perfect.”</span>Daria agreed, letting herself be manhandled off.  Her only plans for the evening had been alcohol anyways; some good company couldn’t make it worse.  The two stopped at a shop she’d never visited before and emerged laden with food and drink.  The other woman was like a force of nature: no introductions were necessary when they returned to the tavern beyond that of the ale.  With an amused smile, Daria lifted her mug in both greeting and cheers before knocking back her cup.  The drink burned its way down her throat, but she’d had enough experience by now to keep it from coming back up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">“I’m impressed Sheo.  The other time I tried this ale, it was nothing special.  You’ll have to give me the name of that shop.”</span>She took another swig to finish her cup and then leaned her head back to blow her breath out.<span style="color: #FF8080">“Not quite gemstones yet.  Pass me another cup?”</span>She slid her cup across the table to the man by the barrel with a winsome smile.<span style="color: #FF8080"> “How about you? Got that metallic sky yet?”</span>She teased with just a hint of challenge.  After so many years on the road, she could hold her liquor better than most would assume.  After all, drinking was practically a job requirement for mercenaries!