[M] A drunken night of fun

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-04-2011, 11:10 PM

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WC:541+
OOC: lalala

Every time Bartholomew woke up, he was in a new place. It was weird, and he had to wonder why the hell Mars was moving so much. This was the fourth different place that Bartholomew had woken up to. It was strange and Bartholomew sometimes wondered if there was another other than him and Mars whom lived in the body and whom had a different lifestyle than both Mars and Bartholomew. It was true, there was another but not like Bartholomew thought. Mars, the dominant personality had been driven from his old home in DDM to the place where Pixie Frost lived, Crimson Dreams. Bartholomew hadn't left those lands without finding his otter fur skirt and his white leather jacket. He was unsure of the land around him for he had never traveled so far south, and the male would continue to do south when he got out of the safe lands of the Crimson Dreamers.

Sooner or later the man would find himself at the borders of a curious place that smelt weird. Feathers and birds perhaps? It was a very weird base of a scent, but that's what he smelt. He was confused for some time and he looked across the borders, wondering if there would be any scouts about. He knew not of this land, so he had no reason to tread upon it, other than to be curious as to what the land had to offer. Bartholomew didn't need much reasoning, and if he was Mars at the moment, he more than likely would have turned the other way and gone home. Nope, not Bartholomew. He was curious as to what this place was and he was going to find out one way or another. Wha' the hell issa this places? the man asked himself before he had caught a scent of a woman. His ears swiveled back on his head and it cocked to the right. He lifted his nose to the air and then followed the scent that would get stronger and stronger with every pace he took.

As he got near, her form would come into view, a beautiful young ivory luperci female, her body curvy and desirable. If he was Hurricane, he would not have hesitated to rape her. He was Bartholomew though, so he'd at least get drunk and talk to her first. She giggled and stumbled around like a drunk, which meant that her party already had started. The male with the curly tail had approached and put a handsome smile on his lips and then opened his maw to speak to her. 'Ello! May I join ya' party? the man asked, his accented voice attempting to charm the woman right off the bat. Mah namesa Bartholomew Cubbins, who might ya' be, lil' lady? the man asked her, offering the girl his ivory hand, his red tattoo on his wrist visible to the woman. It'd been awhile since he had gotten drunk and been with a woman, he had only been with Krystalle for some time now and it was rather against whom he was to only be with one woman, even though he did love Krystalle, he just was not a one woman man. He was too much of a free spirit.

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