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Gambler nodded and sat at the edge of the cliff without letting go of Rave's hand. "At the moment your up. You just became twenty feet tall. I don't think anyone wants a twenty foot tall model, Rave." She teased and patted down at the spot next to her for him to sit. She looked over the city. "It's a work in progress. It will one day be a brilliant city. But that's just a dream." She said.

Monty grabbed Kalore's ankles. "Kalore. Wake up. Wake up Kalore. Wake up." He moved his ankles to get him up. He really didn't want to be any closer because if Kalore woke up at the wrong time then things would be weird but.....Kalore was heating up and shaking. This time it wasn't him. Worry gripped Monty and he went over to Kalore. Picking his head up he popped a pill in his mouth and massaged his throat to swallow. This was something that he learned from when Joker had fainting spells like this and he was so far knocked out to take his meds. He massged gently and felt the pill slide down the elf's throat. Hopefully it worked with Kalore.

Nodding she grinned. "I thought you were six foot four?" She teased. She knew her details. "It gets hard sometimes. Dealing with everyone. I feel like I'm jumping through hoops for something I have no control over." Taking a deep breath, she felt relaxed. This was a pleasant night with good company.

Monty sighed and moved away from Kalore, leaving the bottle next to him. He rested his back against the wall and closed his eyes. 'At least the shaking and heating up sudsided.' He thought with a relief.

Leaning on to Rave, she rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his stomache. Now she had to make a decision. It was something that was bubbling up but now she needed to think this through and then act on it. Nodding to what the elf said she sighed deeply. "You being here makes me relax. Are you this nice to everyone you meet?" She asked.

Monty opened one eye to look at Kalore and then closed it shifting more comfortably against the walls in his corner. He didn't say anything because he didn't have anything to say to his cellmate.

Monty took his shirt back. He didn't put it on because it had the faint smell of Kalore on it. Ignoring the male and pretending that he wasn't stuck with someone, Monty went on to take his hair tie out, smooth his hair and tie it back up. He folded the shirt neatly and placed it next to him and crossed his arms over his bare chest, trying to will himself to sleep.

Gambler chuckled. "Oh sure. Your nice to everyone else but a great, big meanie head to me. I feel the love." She shifted more comfortably against Rave. "Sooooooo, your only nice to those you care about. That seems right. I mean, why be nice to someone who's a complete jerk right?" Yeah, that made her start that stupid ramble and she stopped talking. Her heart was beating pretty fast now and she was thinking, about a million things. Sighing she sat up and looked at the city lights. "Rave....Will you care less if I do something?" There was no hint on what she was going to do because well, she was Gambler. Even she didn't know what she was going to do next and that was just plain nuts, in the author's opinion.

Gambler rolled her eyes. "Rave. Let's get one thing straight. I'm a short a** woman. I don't think I have the strenght to lift you over my head and do military presses." Yeah she was really strong even for her height but she could never lay a finger on anyone she cared about for any ill intent. She sighed and looked at Rave square in the face. "Because I want to kiss you. No, I'm going to kiss you and there's not a damn thing anyone is going to say about it. Got it?"

Monty sighed and opened his eyes. Inwardly he was laughing that Kalore hit his head on the floor countless times. That was just so crazy that he was stuck with someone from a different world who couldn't at least try to lay down straight. "It's a pretty long name. A combination of unholy, holy and human." It was like a billion names but he picked the ones that he like best. "Montyzuer Resiel Sesoz Armand de Leonce." his voice was a bit gruff from him about to fall asleep but a light spanish accent came in when he rolled his R's and really that was his whole name. "What is yours?"

Monty shruged. "Monty is better. It's short and simple. Your last name is....interesting." Only because he's never heard about it before so it was in a way. If Kalore was going to try and have a conversation he might as well humor the elf only because he wasn't going to get any sleep from a talking elf.

Gambler rolled her eyes. "If you haven't noticed I'm not most people and I'm nothing like them. I'm glad you got it because that would have been the worst shut down in the world." With that she cupped Rave's face and kissed him. It wasn't though soft, timid, shyish kisses it was a real kiss with feeling in it. More feeling than those baby kisses.

Monty said the name in his head a few times. It sounded about right but it was rough how he was saying it. Maybe with a bit of an accent could soften it up? "Mar-ces-sa." He said with a spanish accent that rolled the R slightly. That couldn't be right. "Mar-c-es-sa." He said, prouncing it differently but still with the accent. "Is that correct?" He asked Kalore.

It was a good thing that she was already seated on the ground otherwise she would have collasped from weak knees and her whole body turning into pudding. Well her body was slowly turning into pudding but thankfully she was too focused to noticed. Kissing Rave stirred a whirl of passion she hadn't felt in a long time that she was almost devouring his lips. If only she had a horse handy to wisk him away into the sunset and never return. Either that or lock them a way somewhere, where no one could find them. She wanted to keep Rave all to herself.

Monty nodded. "Ma-ce-sa. Marcessa." It was really an interesting. He shrugged at Kalore's question. "I can't really explain it. It's not so much as rolling it in the literal sense. You have to relax your mouth and tongue. Then bend the tip of your tongue back slightly and tense your tongue, leaving the tip loose and let it vibate making this trilling sound." He demonstrated. "Then if you breathe out while doing that you make a purring sound." Monty demostrated that purring sound and it was perfect. A technique he's perfected because females loved that sound. "Now you try."

Gambler wrapped her arms around Rave's neck, one hand buried in his soft hair and held him closer. There was this need to not let him go because she feared that this was some dream and she was going to enjoy it as long as possible. Absentmindedly, that hand that was buried in his hair gently massaged small circles.