Oh Really! That's no way to behave on your first day out! But since you're an exceptional beauty...
Lillian MacAnally was a very pretty petite blonde and she knew it. Having arrived at Haurvatat a month earlier she had begun wooing men for short periods of time, only then to move onto other prospects.
The very day of her fateful encounter with our leading man, Lillian had visited the stables, finding comfort in the horses. It was there, in that very stall that our leading man had arrived in, that she now was scooping a single bucket of water from the trough over to the chestnut gelding, offering it out to him as the horse drank greedily. Lillian didn't mind the soft splashback as the horse's lips maneuvered the water into his eager mouth, for she simply shook her hands dry.
That evening, Lillian MacAnally made an appearance at her favorite hangout, the In & Out bar, scoping out potentials and attempting to discern the 'outies' from the 'innies' although the task wasn't easy. She had been sitting by herself at one of the small tables surrounding the dance floor, sipping a flavored martini, when she happened to spot her potential target. Looking to be in his early twenties, he was leaning up against the counter drinking a beer and surveying the crowded bar. She liked him right away, enjoying the way his body language practically screamed a cocky no-nonsense, the set to his jaw and deep brown eyes did little to dissuade her from flouncing over to him. Introductions were exchanged as she turned the charm on, flaunting and fluffing while all the while dragging herself closer to him, a small arm casually draped over his, fingertips lightly tracing the bumps of his knuckles.
At first she thought that it would take him ages to warm up to her, but the second after her fingers started stroking his hand, he shifted his body towards her and appeared interested. Bill, that was his name, had proudly explained how he could drink beer after beer without feeling a thing. Smirking to herself, she started buying him beers, urging him to prove his boyish talent. In no time at all, he was out on the dance floor with her, wildly drunk.
What a bad liar.
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The very day of her fateful encounter with our leading man, Lillian had visited the stables, finding comfort in the horses. It was there, in that very stall that our leading man had arrived in, that she now was scooping a single bucket of water from the trough over to the chestnut gelding, offering it out to him as the horse drank greedily. Lillian didn't mind the soft splashback as the horse's lips maneuvered the water into his eager mouth, for she simply shook her hands dry.
That evening, Lillian MacAnally made an appearance at her favorite hangout, the In & Out bar, scoping out potentials and attempting to discern the 'outies' from the 'innies' although the task wasn't easy. She had been sitting by herself at one of the small tables surrounding the dance floor, sipping a flavored martini, when she happened to spot her potential target. Looking to be in his early twenties, he was leaning up against the counter drinking a beer and surveying the crowded bar. She liked him right away, enjoying the way his body language practically screamed a cocky no-nonsense, the set to his jaw and deep brown eyes did little to dissuade her from flouncing over to him. Introductions were exchanged as she turned the charm on, flaunting and fluffing while all the while dragging herself closer to him, a small arm casually draped over his, fingertips lightly tracing the bumps of his knuckles.
At first she thought that it would take him ages to warm up to her, but the second after her fingers started stroking his hand, he shifted his body towards her and appeared interested. Bill, that was his name, had proudly explained how he could drink beer after beer without feeling a thing. Smirking to herself, she started buying him beers, urging him to prove his boyish talent. In no time at all, he was out on the dance floor with her, wildly drunk.
What a bad liar.
[continued here.]