Hm. I guess you do know. [ (Unless they have hybrid crabs in her world. Like with wings. How weird would that be?) His mouth a frivolous half-curl, he touts her down the street. Bright awnings, festooned with signs and fairy lights of restaurants and clubs, occupy this side of the block. Hei settles on a dimly-lit bar/dinette. The doorman is a tattooed goliath with gages the size of dinnerplates. He shoots a questioning look at the tiny girl in Hei's arms, then at Hei. His raised eyebrows say it all. Who brings a kid to a bar? ]
[ Hei fakes a smile. ] I've got a thing for midgets.
[ The bouncer's face goes a curious shade of green. Hei's smile turns real. Muttering something about sick psychos, the bouncer lets Hei slip inside. In the next moment they are seated at a narrow table, with other diners hemming them in on each side. The low ceiling is hazy with clouds of lamplit tobbaco smoke. The crowd is typical -- the skells, the working girls, the shady nocturnals. But not as bad as outdoors. Try not to firebend anyone, Korra. ]
Saturday - closed to Hei <333
[ Hei fakes a smile. ] I've got a thing for midgets.
[ The bouncer's face goes a curious shade of green. Hei's smile turns real. Muttering something about sick psychos, the bouncer lets Hei slip inside. In the next moment they are seated at a narrow table, with other diners hemming them in on each side. The low ceiling is hazy with clouds of lamplit tobbaco smoke. The crowd is typical -- the skells, the working girls, the shady nocturnals. But not as bad as outdoors. Try not to firebend anyone, Korra. ]