27.Feb.12, 01:16 AM
Farlint was incredibly insulted that the woman thought he wasn't able to keep his hands to himself. He was a perfect- drunk. Grumbling, he pushed a chunk of mahogany hair out of his face, latching onto the woman's arm. "I'll be good." he said finally, and kept a hold of her. "So where are we going? Did you decide you wanted to go drinking with me?"
What would they drink? He didn't have anything, but she might! And then, a nice night of drinking, and maybe he'd be able to- no, probably not. If she reacted like that just from a little squeeze, she was probably not inclined to engage in some extraneous amusement. Which was a shame, since he hadn't been able to indulge in his prior sexual habits in three turns.
Three turns, huh? That booze had probably been a little dusty anyways. He'd been clinging to it for long enough. He'd been holding on to a lot for long enough.
Farlint draped his tall frame against the smaller woman with him and nuzzled into her hair.
What would they drink? He didn't have anything, but she might! And then, a nice night of drinking, and maybe he'd be able to- no, probably not. If she reacted like that just from a little squeeze, she was probably not inclined to engage in some extraneous amusement. Which was a shame, since he hadn't been able to indulge in his prior sexual habits in three turns.
Three turns, huh? That booze had probably been a little dusty anyways. He'd been clinging to it for long enough. He'd been holding on to a lot for long enough.
Farlint draped his tall frame against the smaller woman with him and nuzzled into her hair.