Mar 30, 2005 17:08
"Been a long time since I partied in L.A. but i think there's a decent place around the corner. Hey, they got booze in Quor'toth. Well, if there wasn't any fucking, there probably wasn't any alcohol either."
I followed her through the crowd, as we made our way toward an abode that had music blaring out of it. "Booze? Ah. Alcohol. No, there was no alcohol in Quor'toth. Do you have a wound that needs to be healed?"
She gave me a strange look as I placed my hand on the small of her back, gently nudging her to the side when a group of people wished to pass us. "Alcohol is used to treat injuries, yes? To clean them? Father spoke of it. We had to use natural Quor'toth herbs to treat out injuries."
I turned my head to look at the abode we were entering. Faith was looking at me as if I had said something wrong again. Perhaps she had meant slang again. There was so much to learn when it came to understanding Faith. If only she could use word's real meanings. I liked her enough to look past it though.
People were grinding against each other on the floor of the club. They seemed as if they were attempting to have sex, but the clothes were preventing them from achieving the full affects of the act. "Do they not realize they must be naked in order to have sex?"