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- Posted: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 04:53:41 +0000
He took a moment to pour another shot of the Vodka, before his eyes wandered at her comment. The glass sat between them in unstirred contentment before he spoke up in accordance to her ideals. "Girl like you, because a girl like you lives for the thrill of the moment... Not too different of my own hobbies which include but are not limited to fighting, ********, and the occasional night of drinking." Finally taking the shot he would turn it up, the burn not quite as strong as the first but it still caused him to curl his lips slightly at the after taste. The scars hidden beneath the dark tattoos each held stories of his crazy lifestyle and many fights under his belt, leaning forward finally to slide the bottles forward before speaking again. "Then if you have no where to go for the night, how about we carry our drunk asses to my room by the end of these bottles." He was of course talking about once the game was over, when either the bottles were empty or when they could drink no longer. Though one could easily read the motives of the future drunk regardless of how he disguised it, even poorly hidden on purpose. Up close one could see how well he took care of himself, for someone who fought so much there was no real signs of it outside of his arms and muscle tone, which leaning in as he did showed much of his neck as well and the large shoulder muscles under the tight piece of fabric.