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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 12:13:42 GMT -5
Hatted nodded demurely, allowing the subject to drop and shift onto more pleasant things. He wouldn't force his friend to reveal more than she wanted or to make her worry. When she was ready for help, he'd help.
Until then, they had a lovely 'tea party' to enjoy.
"I don't think I could handle getting that plastered that many times..." He pouted ever so slightly, but his smile returned quickly. The buzz he felt from the dull alcohol was nice and luckily didn't cloud his head thanks to the tea blended with it. "Though I suppose a tolerance could be useful."
A brow arched smoothly, a handsome smile gracing his features as he took in her confusion. It was quite cute, really, but he had honestly thought that from the beginning. Even when she'd had only one leg and even now with the leprous Lowlander leg as well. "I'm sure, just rum and a bit of Midori Green, more rum in yours than mine."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 12:39:43 GMT -5
Oh dear. Then why was she feeling so...? The heron shifted uncomfortably at the very thought that passed through her head. She did have a crush on Hatter, okay, but that didn't mean she should act on it.
She really did like him though.
But she was way out of her league. He would never like anyone like her.
But she really did like him.
Inner debates never were fantastically straight forward. They always ran themselves in circles. Loreta was beyond annoyed at this but she continued to smile awkwardly to cover this epic debate with herself. Maybe she should just change the subject all together? That might be the best route to take. "This is going to sound completely random, but... I've never seen your biped form and I was wondering what exactly you were? I know that's a really rude question but... I'm just curious. You don't have to answer or anything."
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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 13:18:20 GMT -5
Hatter could almost see the debate behind her eyes. She seemed to be having a small inner war and his curiousity nearly caused him to pipe up about it. Instead, however, she changed the subject and he flowed seamlessly after her train of thought.
He liked direct questions, it usually assured him they came from direct people and those were the sort of people he liked the most. They were safer, in his opinion, than those who tried to slide around things while still getting what they wanted. Manipulative people never got far with Hatter.
"Oh! Well, no... No you haven't, have you?" A playful grin stretched wide over his features as he spun his cup lightly in his digits, surprisingly managing to not spill the tea within as he did so. "I'm an avian like yourself, actually, and, to be more precise, a secretary bird." The cup stopped spinning quite abruptly but still the liquid did spill over and the Hatter leaned forward so that his elbows rested on the table. "I'd be happy to show you if you'd like."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 13:39:18 GMT -5
Loreta was indeed blushing. Enough that Hatter could probably see through her feathers regardless of them being black. This was a very awkward situation she found herself in, and she very much wanted to take advantage of this moment. At the same time she didn't want to.
She always did think avians were more attractive than any other breeds. This was really not helping.
"That would be nice," Loreta said before she finished her entire cup of tea in one swig. She poured herself another cup without a single moment's hesitation. This wasn't the normal feeling she got when she was drunk. This was something else. The heron just didn't want to admit such a thing to herself. Peaches was more likely to do something that random.
She glanced at him, looking into his eyes for a brief moment. She really wanted to act on her crush. Still, she didn't know how it would work. Another sip of tea, and another barrier down.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 14:19:58 GMT -5
The Hatter set the tea cup down on the table and leaned back, shifting forms with a fluid stretch in order to reveal his richly colored bipedal form. Honestly, Hatter had a thing for those delicious predatory felines, but avians were just as fun in his book. Especially avians like miss Loreta. He was glad he'd gotten a chance to play with his tea pot, and with Loreta to boot. Even in his bipedal form Hatter wore a checkered vest that was buttoned tight and concealed his rank from general view. He would be taking it off later, he imagined, but he would forge up a rank whenever that was. "Is that better, mm? I'm afraid I didn't put into consideration whether or not you'd be more comfortable with this or that form..." He blushed sheepishly before grinning cheerfully. "I was born human, so it sort of slips my mind from time to time." |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 14:57:23 GMT -5
Oh this really wasn't helping her inner debate. Loreta knew which side was winning even as she mentally kicked it down so she could speak coherent words rather than staring at him.
"Oh it's perfectly all right to stay in your human form. I'm really not phased by much. You're nice to look at either way." Loreta's eyes widened as she realized what she said. Oh crap. That could be taken in so many wrong ways. "I mean... I mean... uh. I like you no matter how you look because you're a really wonderful person to be around."
Why did that just seem worse. She was digging a hole big enough to sleep in now. Wonderful. Her mental battle was drawing to a quick close as she sipped her tea once again. Okay. Depending on his reaction she would make a move accordingly. Maybe, really. She wanted to make the move anyway. Stupid conflicting emotions!
Wait... she only did this when she was drunk. How was she drunk on tea if it was only rum? That didn't make any sense....didn't Hatter say he didn't know alcohol?
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Post by Vyn on Feb 8, 2008 12:44:08 GMT -5
Hatter had to hold back a giggle at the way Loreta was looking at him. She was so flushed and embarrassed, he'd never seen her like this before. It was quite cute, honestly.
The attempt to cover her first blurted words was most definitely a bit worse than the original comment. Not that Hatter disliked it, oh no. He liked it quite a bit, but it so definitely dug her hole deeper. He took another sip of his spiked tea, gazing at her over the rim of the cup. "In your own words," the Hatter laughed warmly before continuing. "you're both very nice to look at and a wonderful person to be around. I always enjoy having your company."
They would have to do this more often, even if Hatter had to submit himself to spiked tea just to see that adorable flush and watch her tentatively lower her walls.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 8, 2008 19:17:55 GMT -5
She blinked a few times at his comment. He face was a bit to red to blush anymore. Damn it. The last time she pulled something this stupid was with that guy Whip in the bar with the vodka and the... the vodka. It was hard liquor that made Loreta anything but her usually snarky bitch self. The one time that had been recounted to her by her boss (talk about embarrassing) was filled with mood swings and girlish rantings. And of course it was the vodka that made her say everything on her mind. And sex. There was the sex with anything that could walk thing too.
Was Hatter lying about what he spiked her drink with. She shook her head, and without even asking for permission she went to pick up the bottle.
"Oh god, Hatter. You don't know your liquor. How the hell could you get rum confused with this?" She stared at the blackened bottle. At least it wasn't something horrible. Bourbon whiskey was pretty bad, how hadn't she picked it up sooner?
Oh wait. How much had she had and what proof was it? She was going to get sick rather soon from all of this, she was sure. Without another word she poured the rest of the contents down the drain. "I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to touch alcoholic beverages unless I'm there to pick one out."
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Post by Vyn on Feb 8, 2008 21:13:59 GMT -5
If Hatter had been a child, he would've been the perfect image of innocence. Eyes as wide as saucers and staring at Loreta as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Oh... Had he gone and done something stupid? He really didn't know alcohol, just the mild stuff he usually spiked his tea with. Not for anything in the world would he have purposefully tried to get Loreta smashed. It simply wasn't in him, he hated the feeling and he wouldn't subject anyone to it!
He opened his beak once, twice...and then shut it firmly for a moment. When it opened again his voice was adorably sheepish and his smile matched. "Oops?" His two-toned orbs flashed with concern. "I... Are you alright? I won't, I... I really don't know what brands to what." He coughed with concern. "Just the mild rums I occasionally use for tea."
And that was beyond the honest truth. He barely even knew the mild liquors he used for his teas!
Slowly Hatter lifted up, fidgeting slightly with the cup in his hands before realizing it was already empty and setting it back down and moving forward. He swallowed up his confusion all at once and tilted his head gently. "I'm honestly sorry... I didn't make you ill, did I?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 8, 2008 21:50:00 GMT -5
Ill? About to be hit by a horse and cart was pretty ill she supposed. Just putting that in gentle words was a bit harder than she expected. Well, screw it. "I'm going to be, because you know. It's going to hit me like a ton of bricks. I think that proof is 93 and I've never had... over... uh..."
Oh well. That was fast. Loreta briefly wondered if this happened to normal people or if she was just a special shade of drunk. Her liver probably would have hated her either way. Her head was right now as she leaned on the counter for support. "Never. Again." How the hell could he confused such a strong liquor for rum? Was he blind? Or did he just not read the actual labels and go by colors and brands?
"I thin'... I need to lay down. Li'e... 'fore I fall over." That was a little more slurred that she would have hoped for, but it's not like she could control her accent when she was this stressed, partly drunk, worried about making an ass out of herself, and being embarrassed in front of a man she had a serious crush on.
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