03-24-2009, 11:52 PM
The coppery gold woman of Dahlia de Mai had heard the approaching steps on the wood dock but she hadn't done anything to send the lower packmate off on their way. She really didn't care who came to join her this night. It was a fine night for the good to be bad and the bad to be angelic, in their own wicked ways and she intended to be whatever damn well suited her tonight. Her emerald orbs turned when the voice greeted her as the male seemed to make himself right at home. She knew she'd seen him at the packmeeting, but then she'd had more urgent matters to tend to and hadn't bothered to try and figure out just who he was. He was a strange fellow to come and just plop himself down in the middle of her little personal party though but for now she'd let that pass.
"I trust you're speaking to the liquor.." she asked, the haughty woman raised a brow at the male before letting her own bottle caress her lips as the smooth bold flavor greeted her tongue and danced to the back of her throat before the numbing sensation took hold again. She loved to savor the taste of the bold exotic flavors that the bottles seemed to hold. Each one was a rare jewel and she would have owned each by the end of the night. Her electric eyes lingered on the male as she wondered if he knew just who she was, or if he even cared.
In the end it wouldn't matter either way to her, if he could keep her interested long enough she'd tempted the beast that seemed to roam and linger behind the well being of every man. He might pay for it tomorrow and she as well but tomorrow was another day and here and now was more exciting and the thrill of that danger was something she could savor.
"I trust you're speaking to the liquor.." she asked, the haughty woman raised a brow at the male before letting her own bottle caress her lips as the smooth bold flavor greeted her tongue and danced to the back of her throat before the numbing sensation took hold again. She loved to savor the taste of the bold exotic flavors that the bottles seemed to hold. Each one was a rare jewel and she would have owned each by the end of the night. Her electric eyes lingered on the male as she wondered if he knew just who she was, or if he even cared.
In the end it wouldn't matter either way to her, if he could keep her interested long enough she'd tempted the beast that seemed to roam and linger behind the well being of every man. He might pay for it tomorrow and she as well but tomorrow was another day and here and now was more exciting and the thrill of that danger was something she could savor.