As the patrons of the tavern begin their stumble home after it has become apparent that no more drinks are being served that night, Vrinn and his current lady friend (Bambi perhaps... Yeah, he's pretty sure this one is Bambi) were about to head up the stairs to his room as well to join in the night time festivities. "Go on up Bambi, I'll be a long in a minute to frizzle your frazzles..." he says absent mindedly, ushering her upstairs as his attention is drawn towards a distraught looking Ameiko bursting forth from the tavern. He had heard the lovely oriental woman arguing with Miro over something earlier, but that seemed to be the norm ever since he began to muscle in on her kitchen. Nevertheless, he felt as though he should do something at least. He never did enjoy seeing a woman in tears... Making his way over to the table where he found her attempting to collect herself, he smiled down at her "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked with a nonchalant lilt to his voice. Before even waiting for her response, he sits down at the opposite side of the same table, his crystalline blue eyes smiling while he reclines in the chair. Pulling a flask from one of his many pockets and taking a swig of the fine brandy, he offers the elaborate polished steel container to her "Rough day..."
