AN: I wrote this last night, and figured it kinda fits here, so let's get Kirian banging. She is her father's daughter after all. Apologies, I can't help myself but drop consonants when Scotty talks. I feel wrong including them.
Translations:
"Gowan" - go on.
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"Well fuck me," Scotty exclaimed as he slammed his glass on the table.
"Not you," Kirian replied. "But I will fuck her." She pointed her own pint glass at a gloriously leggy brunette at the bar.
"Gowan then," he said. Scoffed. "Like you've got that much game." She hummed, taking another sip of her pint, dark eyes smouldering in the direction of the bar. He gulped down another draught of beer to chase away the dry mouth that look gave him.
"You're on, you pick up the bar tab if I get her. If I don't, I pick up the bar tab for the next week," her eyes darted to his and he grinned.
"Sure, I'll be righ' here waitin' for my free drinks when you get back." Because, really, that woman was an absolute eleven out of ten, no doubts about it.
Kirian flashed a toothy grin and slid of her seat, hips swaying as she approached the bar. Her hand rested on the woman's arm and heads dipped together, long dark locks contrasting with Kirian's short pale ones. Her thumb rubbed circles on the woman's bicep, arm sliding up to her shoulder. A quick brush of lips across sculpted cheekbones, body language screaming yes, please yes. It was all getting a bit warm at the table, despite the air conditioning pumping overtime.
Scotty let out a choked noise of surprise, amasement, and not a little hint of want in on that action when Kirian pressed the woman into the bar and drew her into a searing kiss.
"Well shit," he said into his beer. Kirian sauntered past, arm around the brunette.
"I'll see you later, Scotty," she purred.
"Shit," he said again, more emphatically, and downed the rest of his pint.
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