Post by Orca on Dec 16, 2010 5:22:45 GMT -5
The lycan jumped up when Sparky did, not swaying in the least, her teal eyes locking curiously with his when he asked her first if she was okay to walk, then if she needed help.
What, did he think she was drunk?
Pfff, c'mon, Spark, that'd been like a whole thread ago. The coffee and moving around and just general passing of time had long since dissipated the alcohol from her system. Yeah, at this point it was just a substance in her body that would have eventually contributed to the destruction of her liver, but, you know, lycans were sort of immune to that whole bit, so she was good.
"I'm fiiiine," she drawled, but latched onto him anyway, first just grabbing onto his arm, then slipping her hand to down to entwine it with his. Any dissent from him regarding her methods would be met with Innocent Smile #2, a force that had been destructive enough when she hadn't had tits to go along with it.
"Let's go, let's go!" the lycan chirped, near dragging him out of the little restaurant in her excitement. The air outside was cold, and since she was clothed in just a t-shirt and jeans, it should've affected her, but the combination of post-drunk and coffee and Sparky and you know that whole lycan thing was enough she felt nothing. That faint blush on her face? Probably the fact of just who, exactly, she was currently holding hands with.
She sidled a bit closer, looked up at him, always, always smiling. "You been to the inn here, Spark? Is it nice?" Maybe a bit of conversation would loosen him up a little. Then again, maybe it'd turn to a topic that would destroy everything.
She didn't mind; she'd always been somewhat of a risk-taker.
What, did he think she was drunk?
Pfff, c'mon, Spark, that'd been like a whole thread ago. The coffee and moving around and just general passing of time had long since dissipated the alcohol from her system. Yeah, at this point it was just a substance in her body that would have eventually contributed to the destruction of her liver, but, you know, lycans were sort of immune to that whole bit, so she was good.
"I'm fiiiine," she drawled, but latched onto him anyway, first just grabbing onto his arm, then slipping her hand to down to entwine it with his. Any dissent from him regarding her methods would be met with Innocent Smile #2, a force that had been destructive enough when she hadn't had tits to go along with it.
"Let's go, let's go!" the lycan chirped, near dragging him out of the little restaurant in her excitement. The air outside was cold, and since she was clothed in just a t-shirt and jeans, it should've affected her, but the combination of post-drunk and coffee and Sparky and you know that whole lycan thing was enough she felt nothing. That faint blush on her face? Probably the fact of just who, exactly, she was currently holding hands with.
She sidled a bit closer, looked up at him, always, always smiling. "You been to the inn here, Spark? Is it nice?" Maybe a bit of conversation would loosen him up a little. Then again, maybe it'd turn to a topic that would destroy everything.
She didn't mind; she'd always been somewhat of a risk-taker.