RONIN
"I'll tell you when to stop." Ronin grins and tilts his empty tumbler to indicate that she should refill the glass. He and Remi have been dining on whiskey and mango for many a morning before this; a lightweight he is not.
"Word travels quick in Stormbreak," he mutters, glancing across at the equally as painted lady who comes to join them. Providing his glass has found itself with another drink, he takes a sip and sets it down. "I wouldn't know - what do they say about me?" he wonders.
She cosies up next to him and the Star sits up a fraction; he wasn't born yesterday, and the antics of a whorehouse are like a lovely but familiar dance. "Let me guess - does it have something to do with my prowess, or anything else to do with my cock?"
"Word travels quick in Stormbreak," he mutters, glancing across at the equally as painted lady who comes to join them. Providing his glass has found itself with another drink, he takes a sip and sets it down. "I wouldn't know - what do they say about me?" he wonders.
She cosies up next to him and the Star sits up a fraction; he wasn't born yesterday, and the antics of a whorehouse are like a lovely but familiar dance. "Let me guess - does it have something to do with my prowess, or anything else to do with my cock?"
one more wish for you
