Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging [Finished <3]

[Kari Muffin]

"Aww, Sugar you're such an old fashion kind of guy," She said slapping her hand down on the table. She was generally amused that there were still sweet guys out there. Most men would be dying to get her in the bed just because she said something like that. Of course she wasn't the prettiest girl there was so she would understand perfectly if boys didn't jump her.

And this man was very much a boy. To think such noble things and still drink. He even gagged at the shot of whiskey. She carefully poured another shot in the glass, and made poured one for herself. "Let's drink to the old fashion sort, then I'll tell you what you want to know, eh?" She said lifting her glass in a cheer before tilting it back.

Her eyes watered as she set the glass down. She grabbed the pitcher of water and drank a bit more. "So. wha' do ya wanna know about me?"

[/|/afamere]

Old fasioned? hrmm... well thats another one to add... he thought as he took the shot that she had profred for him, he did the same as he done with the previous. This made two shots down and three goblets of ale, so he was about to get really drunk... he really didn't really like getting too drunk.

"To de ol' fasion." he said just a tad late, he noticed that his shot was empty... he didn't quite remember that he had drunk the liquid... he shruged and looked to her. He was instantly concerend about her watering eyes.

[color=maroon"Ye wouldn't be crying now, would ye?"[/color] he said as he quickly pulled a cloth from a near by table to had it to her, "Here use dis, I don't like to see no tears now." he said handing it to her.

He thought about what he could ask, but his main conceren was for her watery eyes, it could even be the drink that we where drinking. He just wanted to make sure it was the alchaole instead of something else. He wouldn't be a good drinking companion if he wouldn't listen to what she had to say.

[Kari Muffin]

Oh damn. Her eyes were really watering. She wiped away the tears with her hands, when that didn't work she took the cloth that had been offered to her. "Meh, thanks. I guess the whiskey's just a little too strong."

She sighed. Of course that wasn't the real problem when it came down to it. She drank to erase her troubles, her problems, and just about everything else. Drinking was when she could just be the bitch that she was deep down inside.

But she would never admit to that.

"Do you like your region?" She asked suddenly, looking at him with critical yellow eyes. He was already getting drunk--and she obviously was too if she was asking such random questions. But... that's the way things went. She could feel a small headache cream up the bridge of her beak.

Grabbing the bottle of whiskey she took a swig. No she wasn't going to deal with a bloody headache right now.

[/|/afamere]

He didn't buy that for an excuse... he picked up the goblet that was empty... he than acted like he was drinking it... instead he poured the wisky back into the goblet. He even made sure to swerve his head around to a noise that cought his attention... he didn't want to get drunk too fast.

"Yes I be thinking I like my region quite well. Its a real nice place to be if ye don't like dem noisy people, like around here. People just mind their own dar." he said as he reached over and grabbed another goblet and filled it with mild ale. He did drink from that though. Its mild flavor coursing through his body. It felt good.

"How bout ye self, Lore? Ye like ya Region?" He really hated small talk... but it would seem that she was attempting to switch the topic.

[Kari Muffin]

"I fucking hate it. It's the worst realm to fucking be born in and yet I uphold their damned traditions!" She growled and slammed both her hands on the table. That didn't help her slowly developing migraine. She cringe at the sound she had made. To whatever deity out there, have mercy. Please.

"Bloody hell, We need something better to talk about. Otherwise this night is going to be boring from the get go. So you're a messenger, what sort of things to you get to deliver? It's bound to be more interes'ing than my own bloody angst." She rolled her eyes at herself. Damnit, this was going down the drain fast. She had already suffered from a violent out burst (and the heart stigma didn't help her situation, she was sure a few people were staring at her because of that rather than her leg) and the fact that she cursed so much.

But... she didn't really give a damn. That was probably the worst part of the situation. She threw all her concerns on the fire and waited for a response.

[/|/afamere]

Well he was a bit startled by what she had said and her actions. He was trully proud of his region and his breed. It would seem to him as if she... cursed? That trully mindboggled him. He shrugged off her reaction and shived up to to her being slightly drunk. He noticed that her cup was empty so he waved another waiter to pour her another cup of wisky... he didn't like getting drunk fast nor did he like seeing it getting wasted.

When the wisky was getting made he answered her quarys, "Why yes I do deliver things... though like I said, I'm a privateer. Which means that I have policys... One being is that I never inspect what is in them... so I can't really tell ye what I carry... I don't even know." He said with a bit of a chuckle. He would have loved to tell her something about his job... yet there was really nothing to talk about.

He sighed and took another sip of his mild ale and thought of something else to talk about, "So what brings ye here?" he was just trying to keep her talking...

[Kari Muffin]

"I'm getting away from my job and my demonic child who plans on taking over the world--probably destroying it in the process." She said rolling her eyes. She really did love her hellspawn but sometimes he was a bit overwhelming.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest thing to tell someone you wanted to take to bed that you had a child. She shrugged mentally. Oh well, she was getting pretty damn sloshed. He'd probably chalk it up to that.

She eyed him up and down. Policies huh? That always made her wonder what a person's standards were. How far were they willing to go to make money? Of course she wasn't about to test that theory on any level, shrugging it off she took another drink of water. She could feel the buzz and her migraine combining into one furious nightmare. She tapped her talons on the table. No, she wasn't going to start something else to converse about.

[/|/afamere]

"Hellspawn, no? That would sound like a handfull of trouble." he said with a chuckle, he moved just a bit closer to her. He really didn't mind that she had a child somewhere. He was probably taken quite good care of, he could tell that the woman had a strong and firm belifes, so she would raise him quite right.

He took another few sips from his cup before realizing that it too was empty. He gave a sigh, knowing full well that he was right where he wanted to be. Buzzed. He reached over with his long neck and nuzzled her cheek. "Ye wouldn't be minding if we went somewhere else would ye?" he said with a wisper. He had in mind to go out under the stars in some random tree... he was the helpless romantic after all.

[Kari Muffin]

Loreta smirked. Hell. Yes. "Of course I will." She whispered back. Grabbing her money pouch she threw some coins on the table to pay for both their drinks. She also gave a tip to the barmaid who had given them drinks several times.

The Torque looked at the other heron curiously. "Where exactly would you want to go?" She asked with her chin on her hand. She could feel the alcohol going through her system, and it was going to take a heavy toll on her soon. Hopefully she would be able to walk without swaying.

At least being drunk was easier now that she had two legs. She could remember when she fell over herself time and time again because she had one leg. At least she had a bit more grace... of course it wasn't much. She would probably trip over something later and fall flat on her face.

[/|/afamere]

She trully was a elegant creature, for all haron standers went. Even her leg that didn't match the rest of the frame seemed to flow with her... wow he must have been drunk... He was looking at her obviously checking her out before he even knew what he was doing. He gave himself mental shake and stood up. Which was the worst thing he could have done right than and there. The alcohol rushed through his body. He swayed for a moment, before having to steady himself with his wings. He even made a total fool of himself as he knocked over someones drink, which fell in their laps... and it just happend to be someone from the Highlands.... He looked at her and than her much larger boy friend... or her husband... or what ever he was. The only thing that mattred was that he was quite larger than poor little Sabe.

He quickly turned to look at the black haron, "Dis be a perfect time ta leave!" he said as he turned quickly about with the much larger highlander getting ready to pummble him.

He looked to her again. "I'll see ya in the skies! Or a rather large tree" he said as he rushed out the door.