Kibichu
Dycedarg Beoulve
Kibichu
Dycedarg Beoulve
Kibichu
Dycedarg Beoulve
*staggers over to Kibichu fairly buzzed*
Care to dance?
*Dyce tries to regain his senses, but is still a bit wobbly*
*reaches hand out to Kibichu*
sweatdrop
She couldn't help it- she burst out in giggles.
"Are you sure you can?" she asked through the torrent of laughter.
"How many of those Russians did you have?"
She grabbed his hand, but instead of getting up she pulled /him/ onto a barstool to try to prevent him from falling over.
*still holding her hand so as not to fall over, Dyce tries to pull together a coherent answer*
How many ice cubes are left in my drink?
*turns attention to Apel*
Yesh...oh yehhh...this hits the spot!
*before Kibichi can answer, Dyce tries standing again and goads her to dance with him*
"I can't. I have-"
She cut herself off and sighed. She was just making excuses, and she knew it.
"Are you sure you won't fall on me?" she asked him skeptically, standing up as well. /That/ was a valid reason.
I promise I won't fall on you. Even if I were about to fall, I'd fall away from you.
*begins leaning, but she pulls him back into an upright position*
"Yeah. Sure. You know, you're a horrible liar." she said, keeping a hand on his arm to keep him from moving. She glanced out to the dance floor, then back at him appraisingly.
"Fine. But I will sue for doctor's expenses."
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Cool! I like the description, too. It seems like more thought went into this board than most of the others.
Don't worry...I've got more gold than you would expect me to.
*Dyce tries winking at her, but instead looks like a moron with sand in his eye*
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(stealing your idea) yeah...the room had a great description, and I like toying around with the statue. ^_^