[ the dice clatter somewhere next to his head, just out of his line of sight, so all he's got to go on is the reaction of the audience. the ripple of titters and murmurs doesn't suggest anything especially salacious, and a glimpse at the woman's face tells him she's a little bit disappointed but not about to let it get her down. it's when Roche tilts his head that Reno really starts making his guesses, humming out a sound low in his throat. he squeezes with both thighs, urging Roche in again. ]
I've never been good a day in my life, but I guess I won't bite. Just this once.
[ their lady friend giggles, and when she reaches out it's straight for his throat. hackles raised? nah. what could she possibly do to him, anyway? there are very few touches in this world that he finds threatening, and a drunk chick with he tits out going for the neck while he's pinned underneath an unfamiliar SOLDIER is so below the bar for things he'd have a reaction to it's almost laughable. as her fingers drift down his neck (soft, the kind of hands that have obviously never had to do anything for themselves, really), he reaches over to up the ante, taking one hand from Roche's back to curl it around hers. ]
You can squeeze a little tighter, darlin', don't be shy. There you go.
[ Can't you breathe? she asks, with a mix of concern and intrigue, and Reno huffs out a laugh, barely breathless. she's leaned in so close his view upside down is nothing but breasts, one with a nice, red bite mark on it. it might be bending the rules, but caress (he's figured by now that has to be the verb) is a word that's pretty up for interpretation, too. his view elsewhere is just as interesting: Roche and his glowing eyes straight ahead, and him what did the biting sulking just outside his lower peripheral. jealous, huh? stupidest emotion he's ever heard of in his life. ]
I can breathe just fine, but I think your little boyfriend would choke me even harder if he could just to get me outta the way. Don't worry, pal, I'm not gonna steal her. I've got my eye on something a little better equipped to put me through my paces.
[ that gets her attention, at least. is there a budding romance brewing on two sides of this table tonight? probably so, but it sure as hell doesn't have anything to do with him. ]
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I've never been good a day in my life, but I guess I won't bite. Just this once.
[ their lady friend giggles, and when she reaches out it's straight for his throat. hackles raised? nah. what could she possibly do to him, anyway? there are very few touches in this world that he finds threatening, and a drunk chick with he tits out going for the neck while he's pinned underneath an unfamiliar SOLDIER is so below the bar for things he'd have a reaction to it's almost laughable. as her fingers drift down his neck (soft, the kind of hands that have obviously never had to do anything for themselves, really), he reaches over to up the ante, taking one hand from Roche's back to curl it around hers. ]
You can squeeze a little tighter, darlin', don't be shy. There you go.
[ Can't you breathe? she asks, with a mix of concern and intrigue, and Reno huffs out a laugh, barely breathless. she's leaned in so close his view upside down is nothing but breasts, one with a nice, red bite mark on it. it might be bending the rules, but caress (he's figured by now that has to be the verb) is a word that's pretty up for interpretation, too. his view elsewhere is just as interesting: Roche and his glowing eyes straight ahead, and him what did the biting sulking just outside his lower peripheral. jealous, huh? stupidest emotion he's ever heard of in his life. ]
I can breathe just fine, but I think your little boyfriend would choke me even harder if he could just to get me outta the way. Don't worry, pal, I'm not gonna steal her. I've got my eye on something a little better equipped to put me through my paces.
[ that gets her attention, at least. is there a budding romance brewing on two sides of this table tonight? probably so, but it sure as hell doesn't have anything to do with him. ]