02.Mar.12, 12:52 AM
This woman needed to stop being so wobbly. She kept spinning, and ducking, and frankly, Farlint couldn't take it. "That's because you have obviously never gotten drunk on the good stuff." he informed his savior. Women were nice. Soft, warm and strong. But this one-
"Stay?" he repeated dumbly, and then the girl vanished, as if she had gone Between but without a dragon! "Ah!" he said. Now that was im- oh, no. He wobbled, and without the support of the smaller body, he reached out for a tree, as he had been all night while he drank. "I miss Meara," he told the tree. "She could cook, and she would get drunk with me, and she was great in bed."
He slid down the tree and felt his butt land on something firm and soft. Well, that wasn't the first time, but this... felt more like the back of a Runner than a tree root.
"Stay?" he repeated dumbly, and then the girl vanished, as if she had gone Between but without a dragon! "Ah!" he said. Now that was im- oh, no. He wobbled, and without the support of the smaller body, he reached out for a tree, as he had been all night while he drank. "I miss Meara," he told the tree. "She could cook, and she would get drunk with me, and she was great in bed."
He slid down the tree and felt his butt land on something firm and soft. Well, that wasn't the first time, but this... felt more like the back of a Runner than a tree root.