<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> For Jincy. Where - Jugema't Tcoll (RapineÂ’s Skull) bar and tavern. When- Evening, the 26 of Mia, 81379 Who- Reuka Seirathi and Slyv Rymanujdui Why- Just a fun little thread to welcome mah Jin to RaL Warnings- <span style='color:red'> Rated R for mature content </span> </td></tr></table> Reuka Seirathi was a man of many things. In most company, he was a man of good-natured humor, a connoisseur of many a fine wine, and a charming conversationalist. However, when in Bhim such things were un-needed, and more so, could possibly pin him as an aristocrat. Attracting every cutthroat and mugger in the area was not something he particularly looked forward to. He was dressed simply, a form fitting pair of dark jeans and an open jacket over-top of a tight military green tee. He was sitting at the bar of the tavern where he was staying, perched upon the cracked leather of an old barstool. In front of him, held delicately in one hand, was a small shot glass. A strange, almost luminescent blue liquid sloshed against the sides of the glass as Reuka lifted it to his mouth and downed it in one gulp. The house drink, Tkulp, seemed to burn the lining of his tongue and throat as it went down, leaving behind a fiery, heated sensation that made his eye water. As soon as he set the glass down again, it was refilled by the barkeep, a pretty young thill who looked far too young to be in such a place. Leaning over the bar counter, Reuka took the chance to whisper a few choice words to the female. Her cheeks grew red, and she let out a nervous giggle before moving off to tend to the other patrons. Reuka sat back in his seat, fingering the edge of the glass. The bar was slow tonight, only a few patrons wanted to risk the chill weather outside, as well as the ever-present danger of theft, rape or murder.
Slyv Rymanujdui pushed the door of Jugema't Tcoll open with her foot, pushing it forward as she strolled in calmly. Her eyes narrowed as they surveyed her newfound company. Her pale jeans clung to her hips, creasing gently into the top of her dark azureboots, which rose slightly under her knees. She pulled her navy jacket off, a white, low cut shirt hanging off her shoulder. Around her neck a silver chain was visible and it was safe to assume that something was weighing it down. But whatever it was fell smoothly between the curves of her bosom. "Hnh." She muttered, batting her eyes flirtaciously before heading towards barkeep. She eyed the young girl, smiling briefly. Tapping the counter twice, she smiled as a small glass, filled almost to the rim was set before her. She nodded, placing her finger into the glowing blue liquid and then sticking it into her finger into her mouth and pulling it out seductively. Her eyes travelled over the counter as she repeated her finger sucking technique. Boring, boring, oh...? Her speckled eyes fell on the person closest to her. She noted his jacket, tilting her head slightly. I want that.
Reuka continued to toy with his glass, eyes transfixed on the steadily glowing cerulean liquid, taking a moment to allow his throat the chance to recover from the last dose. The strong alcohol was increasing his already jovial mood, as was evident from the grin that flickered over his face every time he met another ‘dragon’s eyes. He would have been completely unaware of the newest arrival had he not had the distinct feeling he was being watched. Turning slowly on the rickety stool, Reuka’s grin became all the more friendly at the sight of female company. Not one to be shy amongst strangers, Reu attempted to start small talk with the attractive femme. <span style='color:royalblue'>“Well… Good evening my dear. Come to enjoy the fine fire-water of the famed Jugema't Tcoll?"</span> he rumbled, taking another bitter sip from his glass.
Slyv grinned, licking her finger slowly. She eyed her company greedily, much more infatuated with his jacket. <span style='color:purple'>"Mh."</span> She said quietly, smirking, tapping the counter gently.<span style='color:purple'>"I've come to enjoy a lot more than that honey." </span>
<span style='color:royalblue'>"So... you've come here to oogle my jacket and get raving drunk, then wake up tomorrow morning in bed with some hairless midget wondering how the hell you got there?"</span> Reuka mused, smoothing the silky fur of his throat contemplatively. A rather lopsided grin twisted the corners of his mouth; maybe he had drunk a wee bit too much. Bah, too late to do anything about it now. <span style='color:royalblue'>"You have a name, love?"</span> he queried, turning back to face the bar; although keeping a discreet eye trained on the femme.
