Stone-cold sober.... again (Open)

[Dalziel Travein]

Dalziel stepped through the doors of the Crown Inn with a delightful swagger. His eyes fell on the alcohol behind the bar and then went to a table and then back to the alcohol. With a depressed sigh he moved to the table and sat down, one elbow propped on top of the table and his hand opened for his chin to rest in it. Dalziel's eyes move back to the alcohol and stay locked there.

As he stared raptly at the bottles, his other hand stroked the thread of a piece of cloth hanging from his belt. After a few moments of this he finally sat back in his chair and glanced around for a waitress and only then became aware of all of the other people inside of the establishment with him.

"Where is that waitress..."

[Jarradium]

Waitresses were a plenty in the Crown inn and Tavern. They had to be. The establishment was huge, and the patronage many.

It did not take long for a short, skinny curly black haired human beauty came by. Her clothes were revealing, but not overly smutty. The tavern had some standards afterall.

The waitress, however, did not, and had a body suiting to it. If Dalziel could drag his eyes away from the precious alcohol, he would be stunned by the wet beauty of her deep, dark eyes, and the soft appearance and colour of her lips. Her pale skin was smooth and free of blemishes, and her body young, and her movements fluid and energetic.

"Greetings sir, welcome to the Crown Inn and Tavern, what is it you are after? An ale, some wine or a meal?" The girl gave him a smile. A smile that seemed curious and one that could easily have drawn him in.