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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:20 pm
She glanced at the counter top then back at Lynx. She shrugged and climbed onto the bar. "Where's this shot to take place from?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:26 pm
Succubus4JC She glanced at the counter top then back at Lynx. She shrugged and climbed onto the bar. "Where's this shot to take place from?" "Your belly of course!"
::he slides her shirt up to her chest and then takes a lime and slowly drags it across her::
*wink*
::He pours salt onto where he spread the lime; licking it up he kisses her stomach::
::He then pours the shot on her stomach; and trying not to laugh he slurps it up::
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:41 pm
Mesha held a steady smirk as Lynx licked and kissed along her stomach. She resisted the urge to squirm from ticklishness as he slurped the shot off of her abdomen. She glanced down at him as he was trying to keep from laughing "Whats so funny?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:48 pm
Succubus4JC Mesha held a steady smirk as Lynx licked and kissed along her stomach. She resisted the urge to squirm from ticklishness as he slurped the shot off of her abdomen. She glanced down at him as he was trying to keep from laughing "Whats so funny?" "Well I could tell that it was getting ticklish"
::he wipes his face and stumbles a little bit::
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:59 pm
Garshur walks in, oddly enough still dry despite the falling rain. An odd warmth fills the tavern, driving the cold out as her eyes glow a phantasm yellow, the door slams shut behind her. A sinister smile creeps across her face as she sees what she'd been craving.
A bit dank, but it will do...
Garshur casually walks back behind the counter, nodding silently to the bartender. Without word or even the slightest tell, she grabs a few choice bottles from the healthy stock. Placing three shot glasses on the counter she quickly begins layering the drinks: Kahlua, Irish Cream, Black Blavod Vodka, Bacardi 151.
While tossing a twisted smile to the bartender, she strikes a match along the counter, passing it lightly over each glass. An ethereal purple flame rises from each black-violet mixture. Grabbing a glass she turns to the two.
"Care for a Flaming Black Russian?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:08 pm
Mistress Garshur
Garshur walks in, oddly enough still dry despite the falling rain. An odd warmth fills the tavern, driving the cold out as her eyes glow a phantasm yellow, the door slams shut behind her. A sinister smile creeps across her face as she sees what she'd been craving.
A bit dank, but it will do...
Garshur casually walks back behind the counter, nodding silently to the bartender. Without word or even the slightest tell, she grabs a few choice bottles from the healthy stock. Placing three shot glasses on the counter she quickly begins layering the drinks: Kahlua, Irish Cream, Black Blavod Vodka, Bacardi 151.
While tossing a twisted smile to the bartender, she strikes a match along the counter, passing it lightly over each glass. An ethereal purple flame rises from each black-violet mixture. Grabbing a glass she turns to the two.
"Care for a Flaming Black Russian?" ::With a nod and a glance at the purple flame; he accepts::
"Of course! Something looking that good would be excellent!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:09 pm
Mesha sits up on the bar and fixes her shirt while watching Lynx stumble. "Too much already?!" She chuckles and peers at the female behind the bar. She'd never seen her before so she was reluctant to take her up on her offer.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:12 pm
"I'm glad you approve."
Raising the shot to her lips Garshur inhales the flame. Closing her eyes and tilting back her head she releases a dense grey puff of smoke and downs the shot.
Mmmm... Just what I needed...
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Mistress Garshur Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:13 pm
Succubus4JC Mesha sits up on the bar and fixes her shirt while watching Lynx stumble. "Too much already?!" She chuckles and peers at the female behind the bar. She'd never seen her before so she was reluctant to take her up on her offer. ::He looks over to her on the bar::
"What no way I am just getting started!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:17 pm
Garshur smiles, resting the empty glass face down on the bar.
"Where are my manners... I am Garshur."
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Mistress Garshur Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:19 pm
Mistress Garshur
"I'm glad you approve."
Raising the shot to her lips Garshur inhales the flame. Closing her eyes and tilting back her head she releases a dense grey puff of smoke and downs the shot.
Mmmm... Just what I needed... ::starring at the puff of smoke and then down at the purple flame::
"Um ok well here goes. I think..."
::He blows across the top of the drink and then pounds the shot::
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:25 pm
"Mesha. Nice to meet you, " She said while still staring at the flaming shot. She politely turned it down. "I've had enough for one night. I dont hold liquor very well."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:33 pm
"It's a pleasure Mesha. I won't hold it against you for not giving it a taste. Though I can't let it go to waste..."
In the same trance-like manner as before, Garshur downs the last shot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:41 pm
::He sways around for a moment before hoping over the counter and leaping up into the rafters::
"brb"
::The fire that he emits swirls in the darkness before all together disappearing::
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:42 pm
Mistress Garshur
"It's a pleasure Mesha. I won't hold it against you for not giving it a taste. Though I can't let it go to waste..."
In the same trance-like manner as before, Garshur downs the last shot.
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