The tri-colored wolfdog looked at the woman as she had stood up from her log seat and she had stumbled towards him, and her slurred words spoke of how he could join her and how he was handsome. He knew that already but he always did like the compliments. She shook her hips at him, showing off those curves that he could go for right about now. The smile still was on his maw though, and he made no move towards her yet. He wanted to loosen up as well. She took his coal hand into her white, and she shook it and then introduced herself as Amaterasu. The unique name ran over a few times in his head, since he had never heard such a name before. Itssa pleasures, Amaterasu. her name had to be as long as his was when it was written down on paper, he assumed, since it sounded like a really long name. The male looked at the woman, and he noticed that scar on her face, and he could only wonder what had happened to her for that to happen. He had his own scars, on his arms and legs, as well as some on his sides, but they were mostly covered by the male's white leather jacket that hugged his shoulders.
She moved to press herself against his body. He actually let his fingers briefly touch her sides, her soft fur touched beneath his fingers. He would have wandered her body if she had not been so quick to grab one of his hands and lead him to the log, and then offer him a drink. He quickly took the bottle from the woman and he had put it to his lips and tipped it back. He wanted to be on some level of drunkenness, so even he might not remember this night. He already had the feeling that tonight would be rather adventurous for both of them, because not only was Bartholomew willing to waste the time with the woman, he honestly didn't care whom she was. He was willing to lay with most any woman, even though he only got to lay with half of them, and then Krystalle, whom he was able to go to most any time and ask if she wanted to tumble in the sheets. Lately it had been awkward between them, so this was the reason he needed to walk away from her though, and to lay with another woman. Do ya' minds tellin' meh where we are at, Rasy? the man asked, already giving her a nickname because he felt like the drunker he got, the less chance he would be able to pronounce or even remember her name, so he figured he'd make it shorter and hopefully he wouldn't forget that part either.
The male handed her the bottle back, the whiskey that was in his mouth slithering down his throat, a satisfying burn at the back of his throat. A shiver ran up his spine and he turned his icy blue eyes to the woman, a pierced brow cocked. Issa dis place nice? Ya' live here, yeah? the man asked, cocking his head to the woman.
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