"We will also have to wait for this band to take a break, and they don't seem ready to slow down yet." Raimius taps his feet in tune with the music, his grin shows that he is enjoying this- his thigh-muscles flex under Sylvi's rump in time with the music, causing her... (well, that's your call)The Rookie wrote:"Well, I always have ... hey! That's my ale."Phaing wrote:"Oh, a few honeyed words and a great deal of luck on your end." she giggles, "You're just lucky I seem to have a thing for men who're willing to put up with me." She raises her mug in front of Raimius. "Oh, and a fine taste in ale doesn't hurt either."
The Rookie wrote:Sylvi was half way through a sip of her bourbon when questioned about dancing, causing her to inhale suddenly and choke violently on her mug's contents. "*Cough* Dancing!? Oh, no. *Cough* I've never been any good; two left paws my father used to say. *Sputter*" she manges to force out in response. "Singing on the other hand... Well I'll need another one of these before I can sing in front of all these people." she says gesturing to her mug once again.
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