The minotaur girl swallowed hard, the gulp heard loud and clear. And no, she wasn't swallowing some cud. Did... Did Mr. Bishop know where she'd been?
Seeing that Mr. Bishop was busy, Ushiko gathered up her groceries again, trying to prepare a lie about where she had been. She couldn't possibly tell Mr. Bishop that... she was meeting with Morlin... discussing plans for Mr. Bishop's own ruinous downfall...
Sighing, her groceries mostly gathered save for a jar of rare honey that had shattered, Ushiko clip-clopped over to the bar, setting the bags on the counter and hopping up onto a stool there.
Her hooved feet dangled over the stool, not even reaching the floor. That was the problem when you were barely five feet tall. You feet, or rather, hooves rarely reached the ground when you sat down on any kind of raised seat like a bar stool.
Her tail, long, whip-like, and with a tuft of fur on the end, hung down behind her, swaying back and forth slowly, in a manner that could only be described as sullenly.
Great... Ushiko was a terrible liar... How did Morlin expect her to explain to Mr. Bishop where she'd been all this time?
Her blue eyes, large and doe-like, glanced up from her lap to look about the room, finding it was quite full, and there was... oh, god... Drew. She averted her eyes, not wanting to look at him.
She wanted to talk to him so bad... But she was afraid. She knew that session they shared in the bathroom was just a one-night stand... But she'd never had her, well... her bells rung so loudly before. Since Morlin had evidently sold her old ball and chain... she was hoping Drew could help forge her a new one. She felt... kind of vulnerable without it. She was physically strong, but her short arms and legs didn't have much reach. It helped to have a huge iron ball she could throw and pull on the chain to recall.
For now, she'd just... wait for Mr. Bishop to get to her. She'd have to face the music eventually... She knew it was only a matter of time before Mr. Bishop confronted her, and she spilled the beans about Morlin...
Location: Club SadistFaction - Bar counter Company: No one Mood: Dread Thinking: Oh god... Wearing: Pictured
Cicily just stared at her fiance as he drove. She knew that he was serious, but at the same time, she was relieved. They could always have a reception with close friends later, but she wouldn't mind eloping and going on a mini vacation. "You are the most wonderful man in the world, ya know that?" she asked as she leaned back in the seat, and flexed her bad hand, glad that it was starting to get its functions back. "So, where do you want to go, and do you want to call the bar, and see if anyone is going to watch it for us?" she asked, as she ran her other hand over his thigh, little circles, as she smiled up at him.