Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Weaving in and out of booths and tables, Maea got an up close and sometimes far too personal view of all the delights the establishment had to offer. Ranging from sloppy kissing to minor orgies to some downright obscene entanglements that should probably have been confined to a room, it did very little to improve her comfort levels in regards to intimacy. She did her best to simply ignore what her eyes stumbled over, kept her head down and stacked the increasing pile of shot/beer/wineglasses as she fished them up. Getting tired of my own words
Ducking into a recently vacated booth, she struck gold. The clack and chime of dirty dishes rang in her ears as the began to load up the spoiled, so that she didn't notice when a figure slipped up behind her. The nearly jumped out of her skin when a light touch brushed down her back, tracing her spine with an intimacy that curdled like sour milk on her tongue.
"Hello beautiful," a voice purred in her ear. Spinning on her heel, she was snatched up beneath an arm and tucked up tightly against the side of a man, tall and elegant looking; his cold eyes glittered down at her, too blue against the red hair. He smiled, charming as could be. "You finally came over to my side. Are you free now? We should have some fun, you and I."
"No - no thank you!" Straining against the grip around her waist, Maea shook her head firmly. At least, she thought it was; something in her mind had frozen, and she could barely hear herself over a keening in her ears. "I'm just at the bar, I don't - not one if those – "
"Oh? That's alright, I don't mind."
He slumped down into the booth, and though she tried to fight, Maea was dragged along into his lap. Questing hands began to roam across her body, and all her incresingly frantic struggle to get up earned her was a soft, quiet chuckle in her ear.
Vaguely, Maea noticed figures stepping in to block the view of the rest of the room. What had been annoyance was quickly turning into fear, as all her practiced skills were rendered useless by panic and a simple, controlling tug on one horn whenever she tried to rise.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
