See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.
Writers: Trace then Me
Kindrellvar laughed when Raith asked if he was offering him a night with his wife. He wasn't really offering, just suggesting that maybe he needed layed, whether that be with his wife or with another woman, who cared, though he would love to see his wife fuck Raith up. He grinned and thought about it some more, his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Yeah, Luc just opened a Oasis Retreat or some shit in Pruul. We can drop by there and then move on to Tacea. Cwen opened something or other there." He stopped and thought a moment, calling in two bottles of the aged wine, handing him one and taking one himself.
"Drink the rest of that and we'll be on our way, Prince." He laughed and tipped the bottle back, drinking until he emptied it. "Damn," He hissed, the pit of his stomach burning as if on fire. "That's some strong fucking shit." For his efforts with the wine, he had a wave of dizziness come over him. "Drinking don't go well with flying my friend." He laughed and than hiccuped, not drunk yet but feeling fuzzy. "Let's go." He slid out of the booth and stumbled to his feet, a grin on his face.
He stood there, talking to the waitress, paying the bill for them, swaying back and forth. "Thank you very much." He smiled at the girl and waved Raith forward. "Come on slim." He laughed as he made his way toward the doors. The staff and the owner Dana probably glad to see them go before they could smash anything up.
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Taking the bottle of wine of Kin Raith couldn't help but laugh, pub crawl it was, but he bet there weren't many who would plan one across a Realm.
"Sounds perfect." He said and knocked the wine back, drilling a small hole with Craft in one end to let the air in which meant he finished the lot in a couple of seconds and banged the bottle on the table. Raith blinked and swayed slightly, feeling the whole lot settle in his stomach, man that was good stuff and that was a hell of alot better. He snickered, he knew people that would probably have a benny at drinking that type of wine like that but 50,000 year old Eryien wine demanded necking it, so sod bloody Aristo manners.
He snickered again as Kin hiccupped and commenting on flying. "Well I'm sorry to say mate, I'm not a bloody bat, so it's Winds over wings tonight."
He grinned at the waitress's feeling their relief at them leaving as Kin got up to pay, and laughed even more. Well least they wouldn't be getting an earful of Noraelle, or judged or whatever it was in the rules. Dumping a load of gold marks on the table he stood and grinned again, Kin may have paid but he still liked to tip and followed the Eryien to the door.