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[dragon_twin]

[OOM: Upon his return home, Melou pays someone a visit.]

Back in the bar tonight, Melou is a little more sombre than usual as he grabs a glass of ale from the bar and then settles at table.

He seems less than interested in the alcohol, though.

Comments

[mortisbelle]

"I would suggest something less raw-intoxicating..." The voice comes from the next table.

[dragon_twin]

Melou squints over at her.

"Raw intoxicating?"

[mortisbelle]

"Yes, I would recommend, team a hot tub, and massage. It is a much more satisfying way."

[dragon_twin]

"Yeah, but those don't get you drunk." He points out. "That, and sex, are about as satisfying as you can get."

[mortisbelle]

"I dare say sex is more satisfying, since you rarely feel sick next morning, after a night of sex." That, m'lord, is a teasing smirk.

[dragon_twin]

He grins back.

"Yeah, but you put 'em together and the nausea's almost worth it."

[mortisbelle]

"Drinking is a way to lower inhibitions and relax... some people do need it, yes." Oh, very amused, she is...

[dragon_twin]

The last thing Melou needs is his inhibitions lowered. They're low enough already.

"It also tastes good."

[mortisbelle]

"It does? I never tried." And lo, she does not have a drink.

[dragon_twin]

And that will not do.

"No? I can get you one, if you want."

[mortisbelle]

"You would? And what if I mentioned a taste for rather exotic drinks?"

[dragon_twin]

He shrugs.

"I'm pretty sure bar can get you whatever you want."

[mortisbelle]

"A substitute... Bar knows my usual tastes. And thank you."

[dragon_twin]

He motions for a waitrat to get the lady what she likes.

"Name's Melou. And yours, my lady?"

[mortisbelle]

"I am Serena. It is a pleasure to meet you..." The waitrat brings over a steaming mug of something that scents of spices and spirits.

[dragon_twin]

It doesn't look or smell like amything he recognizes, but he figures to each their own.

"I guess you've been here a while, if bar knows your order."