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11-19-2016, 07:38 PM
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The way she sashayed along the shoreline may have been a bit unbalanced, but it was not entirely sloppy. Sohalia was floating along in a drunken bliss, to be sure, but she was not yet what one would call white girl wasted. The niggling voice of guilt and doubt was still present in her mind in a way that it would not have been had she chugged just one or two more swigs from Tarik's flask, but she had drank enough that the voice's edge was dulled considerably. As such, each time it reared it's Gaucho-shaped head, she was able to shove it aside. I don't care, I don't care, I don't caaaareeeeee. Astraeus had long since abandoned the pair, keeping one metaphorical eye on the tipsy mare through their bond. He was mildly concerned (as anyone would be, were they to see the normally well-put-together dove giggling her way along the beach with the newly-arrived miscreant in whose company she found herself), but what was there for him to do? This was not magic, nor was it an effect that he could chase off. As he had decided before, she had gotten herself into this situation, and so long as no harm came to her at the hands of the dreadlocked brute, Astraeus would happily remove himself from the equation. (He had no desire to watch her make bad choices, and his voice of reason had been decidedly ignored.) So as she walked on, twitching her hips invitingly (only partially on accident), she tossed a giggling grin over her shoulder to make sure that the stallion had followed her. The way he said that v-word (no, not virgin, get your mind out of the gutter!) was suddenly appealing to the pale lady. She imagined that it might be an affectionate nickname, something that perhaps she had been called by him that maybe no one else had. She was not stupid, even inebriated; she assumed that Tarik had been with many women. But maybe, just for today, she could feel like she was special again. "We're going to go somewhere fun!" she informed the stallion, prancing through the sand. That was about all that she had worked out, truth be told. She might have taken him to the oasis, but gods forbid anyone respectable see her like this. The beach was more or less the same all the way around, so merely walking was likely to get fairly boring soon. And Gaucho (fucking Gaucho) had blown up the canyons in his desire to separate their herd from the mainland. Where else was there to explore? "You know we have loooots to do here aside from just watching the ocean," she rambled as they walked, the trail of hoof prints behind her decidedly crooked. "Not that it's not pretty and all, but you can't do a whole lot with it, can you?" She grinned invitingly, then added in a sing-song voice. "Unless you know where to look for the thinnnnnggggggg." She didn't mean to make her words all sounds so sexual, but her body language told another story. But she didn't elaborate further, thinking to herself that the surprise would be so much more fun if she didn't spoil it. "Talk talk talk." @Tarik |
| Sohalia I built this city just to bring it to its knees |
