04-22-2009, 10:53 AM
ooc: Word Count: 304
Rath's gaze turned to the nearby log that Deuce pointed to. "Oh, I suppose sitting would be better." He smiled, embarrassed. Here he was, trying to be bold and social and he had already produced a mildly awkward situation for himself. How wonderful. Being careful not to tip his glass, Rath reached his free hand over to the log and pulled it closer to him before gently sitting down upon it. "N-now that that's all straightened out," he stuttered, struggling to restrain his nervousness from totally controlling his speech. "It's a pleasure to meet you Deuce," he finished, taking a sip of the fizzy beverage in his glass. This was his first encounter with any form of alcoholic beverage, so as the small amount of the drink ran down his throat, the mild burning feeling led him to cough slightly, only unnerving him further. "What an interesting substance. I wonder what it's called." He thought out loud, not particularly meaning to do so. Realizing he had just said what he had been thinking he quickly tried to recover the conversation by asking Deuce a question. "So, are you a friend of Coli's?" He asked friendily. He wasn't sure why he had asked this question. Perhaps it was the fact that his green gaze had wandered to look at the timid wolfess just before he was about to speak. Anyway, he redirected his gooseberry green eyes to the two-toned gaze of the shaman in front of him. He had already observed that both Colibri and Deuce had come to the celebration together, so he could have likely guessed the answer to his question. However, he was trying to make friendly conversation, something that was becoming increasingly difficult for the socially impaired male. His white tufted ears were perked, readily listening for the white woman's answer.
Rath's gaze turned to the nearby log that Deuce pointed to. "Oh, I suppose sitting would be better." He smiled, embarrassed. Here he was, trying to be bold and social and he had already produced a mildly awkward situation for himself. How wonderful. Being careful not to tip his glass, Rath reached his free hand over to the log and pulled it closer to him before gently sitting down upon it. "N-now that that's all straightened out," he stuttered, struggling to restrain his nervousness from totally controlling his speech. "It's a pleasure to meet you Deuce," he finished, taking a sip of the fizzy beverage in his glass. This was his first encounter with any form of alcoholic beverage, so as the small amount of the drink ran down his throat, the mild burning feeling led him to cough slightly, only unnerving him further. "What an interesting substance. I wonder what it's called." He thought out loud, not particularly meaning to do so. Realizing he had just said what he had been thinking he quickly tried to recover the conversation by asking Deuce a question. "So, are you a friend of Coli's?" He asked friendily. He wasn't sure why he had asked this question. Perhaps it was the fact that his green gaze had wandered to look at the timid wolfess just before he was about to speak. Anyway, he redirected his gooseberry green eyes to the two-toned gaze of the shaman in front of him. He had already observed that both Colibri and Deuce had come to the celebration together, so he could have likely guessed the answer to his question. However, he was trying to make friendly conversation, something that was becoming increasingly difficult for the socially impaired male. His white tufted ears were perked, readily listening for the white woman's answer.