"I'll just take a coffee please. Alcohol isn't exactly a good idea right now," Coffee in hand Telnor took a seat in the a secluded corner, away from the rest of the group.
Ever since he had rejoined them, things had felt awkward between all of them. Not that he blamed them. Words and actions don't just go away because you say sorry. Things weren't the same between all of them and he felt that they never would be again. Not that they were ever close. A thief, an Assassin, and two former of the noble classes he had always been on the out. It wasn't a situation that he was entirely unfamiliar with. Because of the amount of traveling he had done as a child there was rarely a time where he was to grow and fit in. Only once did he ever feel like he belonged to a group larger than his own and even that was gone. Lost.
Starring into his coffee he felt memories of days long passed come to the surface. Days of laughing around a tavern after a victory. Days of standing shoulder to shoulder against those who would oppose them. Days of leading men into battle. Days of shoulders sore, arms aching and hands cramped as he learned the art of the sword. Days of haze as he lay sick on his bed as his friends looked after him. Days of laughing as his apprentices quarreled over who was better. Days of sorrow when he had lost it all.
It seemed so long ago and the weight of it made Telnor feel old and tired. He always put on the facade of the joker, of the one who would charge on straight ahead but it felt empty, most days but sometimes the facade was the only he could carry on.
"Why hello sweetie," a voice as smooth as honey pulled Telnor out of his inner thoughts. Looking up he saw a gorgeous red head. Her long red hair reached down to her back, her skin tight dress, showed off all her curves and it split from the thigh down revealing her long gorgeous legs.
"Lost in thought are ya," the red head asked sweetly after Telnor took to long to reply. "It's okay. You ain't the first to be speechless, my name is Jeanie," Jeanie slid up to Telnor brushing up against him, pressing her breasts up against his arm.
"I'm um. I'm Telnor. Pleased to meet you and your personal space," Telnor stuttered out.
Jeanie slid a finger down Telnor's face, "Oh personal space is sooooo overrated don't you think?" she ran her finger down his face to his chest before she turned away from him, signaling to the waitress for two beers.
Telnor tried to raise a protest but Jeanie put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Now now. Don't go raising no fuss," Jeanie leaned in close whisphering in his ear, "I know what a man likes and you look like you would like a beer and a bit more," Jeanie grabbed Telnor's head and passionately kissed him, with Telnor barely raising a protest.