M - drops of jupiter.

Barrett · 11-18-2011, 02:35 PM

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Slight powerplay, beat me if you want it changed x:

He knew he wasn't making a stellar impression, but perhaps being unexceptional was working to his advantage. Despite the intensifying effects of the hallucinogens, he experienced a moment of clarity when she relinquished the spear. Adrenaline gummed up the works — as the fight or flight instinct subsided, what dwindling brainpower remained could be channelled to other things, such as holding a (relatively) coherent conversation. Sorry, he muttered. I believe I'm a little under dressed, he added with a good-natured chuckle. It was best to grab the bull by the horns; her sceptical look said it all. As usual, he defaulted to humour to alleviate tension and awkwardness. As if to drive the point home, his tail swished a few times for good measure.

The dusky male held his ground as she urged her mount closer. Although dominant, she did not seem malicious. He even chanced a step forward; when the pair were very near, he held out his palm for the horse to sniff and gently stroked its velvet-like nose. The tactile sensation was immediately pleasing, but he was careful not to get carried away — he withdrew his hand after several lights pets to avoid irritating the animal. It was just as well, for the woman addressed him soon after. Once again, her tone commanded authority. Fortunately, his was a rather yielding personality. Barry, he replied simply; at least that was an easy one. He wasn't really sure where that got her, though.

With a mental shrug, he began to fish around in his pants pocket. He watched her with exaggeratedly dilated pupils all the while; when a faint breeze teased a lock of hair, he found his head inclining along with the straying strand. And how 'bout you, eh? At length, he found what he was looking for. His eyes widened and he straightened back up. You seem like you gotta lot on your mind, he remarked matter-of-factly, popping the loosely rolled joint in his mouth. Oh, he could "help" with that — and he conveyed as much (maybe) through a devious wink. With that, he flicked on his lighter and lit the smoke.

Barrett

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