Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine

Cassandra had a habit of picking the lively taverns in a city, which was not always appreciated by her company. When they had entered, it had been early and still pretty quiet, but the guests had become more rowdy with the passing of the hours. Lucian had already suggested going somewhere else as a loud group entered the establishment, but Cass had waved him off and said he could catch some air with Saph if he wanted.

Lythrania was an enchanting city, and the Mercier loved observing every part of it, even if it were pirate-ridden taverns. Contrary to her guard, she believed she could handle herself. If not with some charm, then by her skills with a sword.

When her drink was empty, Cassandra left the table that had been occupied by her and her friends to pick up something new at the bar. She was watching the owner pour some other drinks, deciding what she would choose this time when the man next to her suddenly spoke up. Glancing aside, Cass was met by a handsome smile, one that screamed: 'I know I look good'.

"What, is a dragonfruit whiskey too girly for you?" she quipped with a chuckle as he commented he was more of a rum type of man himself after his suggestion. As soon as the owner's attention turned to her, she ordered her dragonfruit whiskey. "And he'd like some rum," she added, sticking out her thumb to the man on her left.

Not at all. Cassandra glanced aside at his response, unable to keep the corner of her mouth from twitching upward. "Then the rum must be good here if you still prefer it," she concluded. She did not comment on him calling her sweetheart. He would only revel in her taking the bait if she did so, no doubt, and his ego was already inflated enough as it was.

See, Lucian? This was how you managed to traverse the world with little conflict. It was as simple as ordering a stranger a drink. Cassandra had always treasured the ease with which she manoeuvred through social interactions. If anything, this journey was more interesting now that she could bring home all these stories and experiences she had picked up along the way.

"It can hardly be a rare occurrence that someone buys you a drink," she countered with a chuckle. But perhaps every night was a great night to him. The tavern owner set their drinks in front of them, and Cass picked it up before answering the pirate's question. "Getting a taste of what Lythrania is like." A simple answer, but one that gave away that she was not from here and that she could not have been here for long.