Disclaimer: I do not own the Heroes of the Lance. Unfortunately. They'd make such nice specimen in my private collection of fictional characters... (You always wondered where Prince Valiant had wound up, didn't you?) But it's probably better this way. I'd only force them to do filthy things in public... Oooops, I'm doing that anyway. ";-)
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In front of a down-at-heels building with a beer mug painted over the door, Tanis Half-elven was gesturing madly, trying to make his girlfriend understand. "Listen, Kit, sex on midday is just fine. And really, I don't see why it had to be a table in a grimy tavern, but if you say so -that's fine, as well..."
Kitiara looked in a different direction, had her arms crossed, and generally looked rather bored. "Cut it," she snapped. "Two hours ago you were the one who told me he'd never have sex in the public room of a tavern."
"But..."
She sent him a piercing glance. "When will you guys finally understand that women have physical needs, too?"
Tanis's shoulders sagged. The usual expression of hopelessness settled on his face -it might as well never have left. "But that's no reason to go looking for somebody else to have it with!" he cried desperately.
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