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26.Jan.12, 01:43 AM
While perhaps there wasn’t anybody to Impress, there may be people to avoid. Par’a being one of them. The Hall was emptying and Par’a was running out of people to keep her company as she continued to eat her way through the evening. How she stayed even relatively in the shape of a human and not a ball of fat was anyone’s guess with the way she ate. Taking her plate with what must have been her fourth or fifth helping of food and her overly large and full glass of wine she bee-lined over to the Weyrleader, sitting across from him with a grin. For a while she said nothing, taking large mouthfuls of food and wine greedily. Having gone through almost a third of her heaped plate she paused, casting a cheeky glance up at D’ren.
“So, late to dinner tonight? Looks to me like someone’s been getting lucky!” Oh dear. Despite Par’a’s high alcohol tolerance, it seemed that tonight she was bordering on tipsy. Or perhaps Grith’s constant streams of chatter had finally gotten to her and she had snapped. Giggling as if she had just uncovered a piece of juicy gossip she took her glass of wine and swallowed the remaining half in one mouthful. Smacking her lips she grinned and continued to eat, her eyes constantly flicking up to D’ren for a reaction.
Pell where are you I want to have a swim? You eat for five thousand! Grith whined loudly along their bond, so much so that it was entirely possible that D’ren could hear her.
“Do you even know how many five thousand is?” Par’a asked aloud, which certainly would be awkward if D’ren had somehow managed not to hear Grith’s broadcasting.
It’s big! Ooh look there are pretty lights! Surprisingly, Grith’s voice left Par’a’s mind of its own accord, though she could feel the bright bubbly excitement the green was feeling as she investigated whatever the lights were.
“Hmm...” Par’a picked up her empty wine glass, pouting at it sadly. It was clear the state it was currently in did not please her in the slightest. Shoving a few more mouthfuls of food into her cavern of a mouth she looked up at D’ren, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk’s. Holding up her wine glass she pointed at it, eyebrows raising in question. Whether she was asking if D’ren wanted more or if he would refill it for her was hard to tell, though at least she wasn’t trying to speak through all the food packed into her mouth.
[sub][feels short but I am unsure. xD enjoy the crazy Par'a and Grith :P Also is there a Pern equivalent of a chipmunk? o_O][/sub]
“So, late to dinner tonight? Looks to me like someone’s been getting lucky!” Oh dear. Despite Par’a’s high alcohol tolerance, it seemed that tonight she was bordering on tipsy. Or perhaps Grith’s constant streams of chatter had finally gotten to her and she had snapped. Giggling as if she had just uncovered a piece of juicy gossip she took her glass of wine and swallowed the remaining half in one mouthful. Smacking her lips she grinned and continued to eat, her eyes constantly flicking up to D’ren for a reaction.
Pell where are you I want to have a swim? You eat for five thousand! Grith whined loudly along their bond, so much so that it was entirely possible that D’ren could hear her.
“Do you even know how many five thousand is?” Par’a asked aloud, which certainly would be awkward if D’ren had somehow managed not to hear Grith’s broadcasting.
It’s big! Ooh look there are pretty lights! Surprisingly, Grith’s voice left Par’a’s mind of its own accord, though she could feel the bright bubbly excitement the green was feeling as she investigated whatever the lights were.
“Hmm...” Par’a picked up her empty wine glass, pouting at it sadly. It was clear the state it was currently in did not please her in the slightest. Shoving a few more mouthfuls of food into her cavern of a mouth she looked up at D’ren, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk’s. Holding up her wine glass she pointed at it, eyebrows raising in question. Whether she was asking if D’ren wanted more or if he would refill it for her was hard to tell, though at least she wasn’t trying to speak through all the food packed into her mouth.
[sub][feels short but I am unsure. xD enjoy the crazy Par'a and Grith :P Also is there a Pern equivalent of a chipmunk? o_O][/sub]
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