[The man...lizard...thing that hops onto the stool across from Del (which he just shoved one of the hotel residents out of, but don't worry about it, it's fine, it's cool) is clearly drunk, from the way he sways and nearly topples right back off to his out of sync blinking. It's not the fun kind of drunk, either; the vibes are bad, the kind of belligerent that's looking for a fight or a hookup or both, possibly at the same time.
Bltizø leans one elbow on the table, pointing a weaving finger at the purple sinner(?) across from him. He idly scratches his chest, the sequined suit they'd forced on him at the door catching the light in frankly upsetting ways, all swirls of neon color that looks like the 60s puked in a stripper's glitter collection.]
Y'know, I can help with that. What're you into, bondage, roleplay, butt stuff?
i'd apologize but you basically dared me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[The man...lizard...thing that hops onto the stool across from Del (which he just shoved one of the hotel residents out of, but don't worry about it, it's fine, it's cool) is clearly drunk, from the way he sways and nearly topples right back off to his out of sync blinking. It's not the fun kind of drunk, either; the vibes are bad, the kind of belligerent that's looking for a fight or a hookup or both, possibly at the same time.
Bltizø leans one elbow on the table, pointing a weaving finger at the purple sinner(?) across from him. He idly scratches his chest, the sequined suit they'd forced on him at the door catching the light in frankly upsetting ways, all swirls of neon color that looks like the 60s puked in a stripper's glitter collection.]
Y'know, I can help with that. What're you into, bondage, roleplay, butt stuff?