Adore me, Hold me and explore me
Quite how Charlie is managing to stay so comparably sober is anyone's guess. Perhaps her tolerance really is as high as Danta had thought it would be despite her size, maybe such a thing was required of priestesses back in the day. Maybe when she excuses herself to go to the backroom she's actually shifting into a creature with a far higher metabolism in order to process the alcohol faster, or maybe she's cheating somehow. Whatever it is, despite the slightly drunken way her eyes follow the boy's hands and mouths, for the most part, Charlie doesn't seem at risk of falling off of her stool or worse, losing the bet.
"Aww, you don't mean that." Laughing, Charlie tilts her head to the side and lifts her brows; no doubt if the butcher did go and fuck himself, the Maverick would be positively inconsolable. "I actually think plum." Waving her tail lazily, Charlie pushes one of her curls off of her shoulder before leaning against the bar in order to better appraise the Maverick. "Or maybe closer to a jewel tone, like amethyst. I think it'd bring out his eyes." She hums, before glancing toward Asta for his take.
Accepting her drink with a trill of appreciation, the priestess stabs one of the cherries with her straw before popping it into her mouth. "Can you tie the stem with your tongue?" She wonders, her blue gaze dancing between the two larger ancients as she grins.
"Aww, you don't mean that." Laughing, Charlie tilts her head to the side and lifts her brows; no doubt if the butcher did go and fuck himself, the Maverick would be positively inconsolable. "I actually think plum." Waving her tail lazily, Charlie pushes one of her curls off of her shoulder before leaning against the bar in order to better appraise the Maverick. "Or maybe closer to a jewel tone, like amethyst. I think it'd bring out his eyes." She hums, before glancing toward Asta for his take.
Accepting her drink with a trill of appreciation, the priestess stabs one of the cherries with her straw before popping it into her mouth. "Can you tie the stem with your tongue?" She wonders, her blue gaze dancing between the two larger ancients as she grins.
Mark your territory, Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
