Glazed cyan eyes followed every move the two-toned female made, the tune that his brother was strumming in the guitar was soothing and he found himself letting out little contented hums every now and then. He watched as Lilin rose to her feet with a degree of stability that he knew that he lacked at that exact moment in time. He cheered drunkenly as she started to sway but soon he was staring, eyes following the curve of her hips and his mouth agape. He knew that she had her sights fixed firmly on Saul, but he was intoxicated beyond caring at that moment.
Watching Lilin dance, especially how she seemed to aim all of her moves at Saul without taking a step towards the grey man, made Niernan hunger for physical contact. He glanced up at Saul, while he knew that they were already close their relationship was still growing. Nier was comfortable hugging the man and providing playful pokes, prods and pats, but they were nowhere near the level of intimacy that Nier was looking for right now. He paused in his thoughts for a moment and thought over what he was thinking. This is new, getting all clingy. What brought this on? Lilin or the alcohol? Or both? Niernan frowned cutely, just a little wrinkling of the fur above his eyes and gave his head a little shake, Daft bugger, stop overthinking things; you're drunk! Just go with it.
With that thought leaving his mind clear of all worry causing thoughts he watched Lilin, still amazed by her beauty but now not so entranced. Her dance finished with a mocking bow and Niernan provided a playful whoop and plenty of applause. As she walked purposefully towards Saul Niernan let his eyes widen, surely she wasn't going to... Not right here? He shuffled away for his own comfort but let out a sigh of relief as he caught her growled warning and watched her stoop to scoop up the glass bottle at Sauls paws. Her flounce back to her seat would have been much more effective had she not dropped the bottle.
Nier heard the loud crack! The glass made as the bottle hit the floor. He raised himself slightly to look at the bottle and guffawed as he saw that the neck of the bottle had come clean off, leaving a little jagged edge of broken glass where their pointer had been. He didn't collapse back to earth quite yet, his gaze shifting to Bran, noticing that his brother had put down his guitar and was giggling himself.
Nier let his tail stir the dirt underneath him, wiggling his behind slightly, gearing for the pounce. Bran looked away and Niernan seized his chance, launching himself at his brother and toppling him from his seat. A playful growl ripped itself from Niers throat as he roughhoused with his brother. The sudden end to the bottle and thus the game, had given Niernan a chance to get the physical contact he was craving, even if he had to tackle his brother to get it.
It transpired that Bran was quite a bit more intoxicated than his brother, and Niernan was well aware that while drunk Brans colours, tastes and sounds were absent, therefore he had no early warning system like he usually did, which was why Bran had so rapidly disappeared behind his log seat when Nier had launched himself. It was also why Nier was now able to sit on Bran without much competition, his butt planted firmly on Brans well muscled chest. He giggled at Brans feeble attempts to move, enjoying this while he could as he knew that Bran would remember this and would get him back for it as soon as he was sober.
Bran coughed underneath Niernans weight and muttered "Brother, do ya think ya can get offa me chest now? I kinda need it to breath." Niernan chuckled and paused, wiggling his butt so that the bones rubbed uncomfortably against his brothers chest, knowing that the caramel wolf hated it Ah sure brother, Ya should have said sooner. He removed himself from his brothers chest and made sure to give him a playful kick on the way up, stealing his spot on the log, forcing Bran to either sit on him if he wanted his spot back or sit next to him. Bran chose to simply push his brother along the log so he could reclaim his seat. Niernan winced as he bumped over a knot in the wood. Once they were both settled Nier glanced around at their friends, What's next then? His Irish accent now incredibly strong and slurred from the alcohol consumption, his cerulean gaze also quite unsteady.
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