Try a Little Tenderness

ALISTAIR It was an evening of exploration. Of himself and of the limits of just how much alcohol he could consume. So far, Alistair had actually impressed even himself at the amount consumed without so much as a mini blackout. Having walked Rexanna home after their rather fun romp in the fields, and the oasis, and hunt in the woodlands, he recalled how she spoke of speaking with the gods to right a wrong. Perhaps it was his own selfless nature that brought him to her door. Though as he stood there, at the door, staring at it for nearly 45 minutes as if expecting it to magically knock itself, Alistair realized something. He was actually...nervous. His hands were clammy, eyes went in and out of focus, last thing he wanted to do was make a fool of himself. He glanced around, realizing he was empty-handed and found a blooming weed. It was small, petite, but bloomed a brilliant orange-yellow on its petals. Plucking the single weed-flower free he held it as if he held a dozen roses, and finally...finally knocked against the door. Of course this would all appear all too comical perhaps if Rexanna had been watching him this whole time, and all the more humiliating for himself. Taking a deep breath, Alistair staggered back one step before righting the ship. Stop number 2....Rexanna