[closed] so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways

[fluturi]

Who: Nick and Euridice Taverna
What: Going to get good alcohol and getting drunk like the classy people they are. Also maybe kissing.
When: Day 165
Where: In some awesome bar somewhere in Asgard after meeting in Gefion Park
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe, because Nick is Nick.


[If there's one thing that Nick prizes, one thing invented by human beings which he actually likes, it's alcohol. There's nothing like having your head spin with dazed euphoria, not having to worry about any worries or nagging doubts that hung on after a long day.]

[But the problem is, he's picky. He won't just have any regular alcohol. No, he wants the best, something that will really hit home. He hates this place, he hates numerous people in it, and he wants something that will make him forget about all of that for a good amount of hours. Problem is, he's too lazy to go and find the bar by himself.]

[So, he waits for Euri, hands in his pockets, glaring occasionally at a grey-faced local passing by. He needs his alcohol, and he needed it yesterday. Yeah, sure, he would have to buy drinks for her too, but that was a small price to pay for knowing about a good location to go to when he had enough of the people blabbering about wars and gods and the like.]

[Time to get smashingly drunk.]

Comments

[occulthymns]

[Her response is to lean further into the kiss, returning that nip with her own much rougher bite. Damnit, she can do better than him. She knows she can.]

[fluturi]

[He doesn't let out a laugh, but the sharp intakes of breath he has as he continues to makeout with her seem like silent chuckles as he accepts that bite with a grin.]

[And don't mind him, he's going to up it another level by putting some tongue into it. What do?]

[occulthymns]

[Try to bite his tongue, of course! Not in a 'stop that' kind of way, but a 'anything you can do I can do too' way.]

[fluturi]

[Not being dissuaded by that bite, he lets it weave in there for a bit before retracting it- only to clack his teeth against hers as if trying to say "come on, do the same, or are you too chicken to try?"]