28.Mar.12, 12:13 PM
"Neither are mine!" B'jin returned, the giggle that erupted at the end of his statement ruining the indignant tones he had used, his gaze bright with drunken laughter. B'jin gave a soft, purring laugh as the bluerider pressed up against him, and he shifted his hands gently to wrap around the taller man's waist. His grip was loose enough to allow I'shan the room to rock back when he did, and B'jin laughed wickedly at the man's expression.
B'jin's own face tightened as I'shan's grip intensified, pulling at the still tender skin and stitches lacing his back, and the greenrider stepped forward and into I'shan in an effort to loosen his friend's unintentionally painful grip. The man's breath hissed between his teeth at I'shan's next words, and brown eyes opened dramatically, gaze shocked. His brain short circited as he attempted to make sense of what he'd just been told, and he felt Larrikith stir on the outskirts in concern. Completely incapable of understanding as he stared up at I'shan with horrified shock, pressing closer again when the bluerider's fingers tightened again. Pain flashed over his face, quick as lightning, followed swiftly by a deep and completely unreasonable fear, B'jin jerked hard against I'shan's clutches even as Larrikith shrieked a warning from on the outskirts of the gathering.
B'jin! Easy, love, shh, Her voice was a soft murmur against B'jin's alcohol fogged brain, but the stark red of her eyes could be seen across the Square. Twisting, B'jin ripped himself out of I'shan's frozen grip and stumbled back two steps. Brown eyes wide, and slowly clearing of shadows, B'jin froze for a moment himself, quivering. Then he shoved the mouth of the bottle in his own and tipped his head back, emptying the remainder of the harsh Katilan liquid. Lowering the bottle, B'jin pursed his lips, staring at it with a dark expression.
"I need more booze." He said suddenly, clearly, not looking at I'shan.
B'jin's own face tightened as I'shan's grip intensified, pulling at the still tender skin and stitches lacing his back, and the greenrider stepped forward and into I'shan in an effort to loosen his friend's unintentionally painful grip. The man's breath hissed between his teeth at I'shan's next words, and brown eyes opened dramatically, gaze shocked. His brain short circited as he attempted to make sense of what he'd just been told, and he felt Larrikith stir on the outskirts in concern. Completely incapable of understanding as he stared up at I'shan with horrified shock, pressing closer again when the bluerider's fingers tightened again. Pain flashed over his face, quick as lightning, followed swiftly by a deep and completely unreasonable fear, B'jin jerked hard against I'shan's clutches even as Larrikith shrieked a warning from on the outskirts of the gathering.
B'jin! Easy, love, shh, Her voice was a soft murmur against B'jin's alcohol fogged brain, but the stark red of her eyes could be seen across the Square. Twisting, B'jin ripped himself out of I'shan's frozen grip and stumbled back two steps. Brown eyes wide, and slowly clearing of shadows, B'jin froze for a moment himself, quivering. Then he shoved the mouth of the bottle in his own and tipped his head back, emptying the remainder of the harsh Katilan liquid. Lowering the bottle, B'jin pursed his lips, staring at it with a dark expression.
"I need more booze." He said suddenly, clearly, not looking at I'shan.