the wine, the beer, the whiskey are the only things that fix me

[pacificator]

Who: Wynonna Earp & you!
What: recuperating after March-April, reaping consequences, etc
When: backdated to late April-May
Where: the Saloon (the old Post Office)

Content Warnings: Alcoholism, a little light cannibalism, others to be listed as needed

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[pacificator]

She looks up as the door opens, waves of chestnut hair tossing back over her shoulder as she straightens from picking up a couple of glasses left on the mantel. Her own aura shifts, from a muted teal to something warmer, more orange. She's pleased to see him. "Hey, Louis."

Wynonna nods to a rack of coathooks by the door and heads back around behind the bar to set the used glasses into a bin for washing later. When she straightens, she lifts her hands in a wide gesture at the little homemade saloon, shabby but as comfortable as she and March could make it. "Check it out, I'm going legit."

Just like him, their pre-eminent small business owner here in Milton... for whatever 'business' is worth when no cash ever passes hands. The grin she tilts his way is crooked and full of her usual slyness, like they're both in on a joke, but there's something real behind it, too. She's never managed to build anything before. "Even getting some classier clientele, looks like."

back from unplanned hiatus im sorry!! i forgot we can only choose 1 rune so retconning his aura out

[flambeaux]

It's nice to see a familiar face in what Louis thinks will become a familiar place to him. He hangs his hat and coat like any other patron. It's nice to be on the other side for once.

"Reason why I didn't open a bar in Milton was because I didn't want to deal with rowdy customers. I did my time."

Louis has built things before. He had a little empire of businesses before he lost his flagship The Azalea.

"I'm happy to bring a touch of class anyway. What's new with you, other than this enterprise? I know you don't have my usual drink," he has the grace to flick his eyes down, "so I'll settle for bourbon or whiskey."

His favored drink was a sazerac many years ago. If he were still human, he'd settle for a whiskey sour. But Wynonna knows his usual drink is more difficult to come by, and most people are not willing to part with it. Wynonna is one of the few who are, but Louis doesn't like begging.