'M' New friends and good beer (Countess)

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After the drow got a shot herself, Charmaine didn't want to be the only one left out. So she motioned that she wanted a shot as well. She didn't like strong alcohol as much as Wes did, but she took the shot without complaint. She wasn't feeling the alcohol yet, but she also hadn't been drinking as much as Wes and Bresthra. Charmaine never liked having her mind fuzzy for any reason, made her feel too insecure.

"Well, there's lots of jobs that we do. Occasionally we will do the odd job for hire and then get a cut of what we take. For the most part though we do our own work. We figure out a plan that's within reach and we follow through with it. The last gig we did was the house of the mayor of the city over from here. Crept in during the middle of the night, stole half his possessions and got out without none the wiser. Of course he deserved it though. We might be thieves, but we're not evil. We only steal from people who won't miss it or who deserves it. Never from the poor." Charmaine explained to her. Her and Wes had a few gigs and heists under their belts all ready, Charmaine was wanting to grow her guild out though so she could start making a real living at thievery.

Weston joined the crowd and ordered another shot for himself. It was pretty good for being as strong as it was. He was so accustomed to hard drinks that not even the burn bothered him anymore. He was starting to get very warm, probably from the alcohol but also from the company. He had on a couple of layers so he decided to strip the outer layer. Underneath he just had on a tank top of sorts that showed his arm muscles very well. He was very aware when she shifted and his hand touched even more of her leg. "You should join us. Plus it's not like there's a contract that you have to stay with us. It's not a life sentence or anything like that." He said winking at her again. He seemed to be winking a lot tonight he realized.

"He's right. The only thing we ask is that you never reveal who we are or where we are. Trust me, if you do you'll regret it." Charmaine said and from the tone in her voice was being a hundred percent honest. She noticed how close the drow was to Wes and how their legs and he's hand was touching. Personally she thought it odd that the woman would be hitting on her partner. Not that she didn't think he was handsome or attractive, he was, it was the size difference that made it odd.

"She's telling the truth. There was one guy that use to be with us, he's not anymore." Weston confirmed. He ordered himself another shot and downed it quickly. This one seemed to hit him really fast and his head felt very light all of a sudden and off balanced. He actually almost did loose his balance and he reached a hand out to stop himself. That hand accidently landed on Bresthra's leg. "Sorry, I think I need to slow down some." He apologized, but was slow to take his hand off.

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Bresthra watched Charmaine as the Halfling explained their last job. Rather amusing, if nothing else. While she'd never been much of a thief, it was only because... well, when Bresthra wanted something she either got it or forgot about it. Her desires usually dealt more with people than with things. But she'd come from a rather privileged life. There were not many she'd met that claimed to have a Goddess for a mother. Granted, Assirra had not been a Goddess when Bresthra had been born, but her Mother had been an avatar. It all came down to Bresthra already knew what the good life was like, and if she wanted to go back to being pampered, all she had to do was run back to Mith Rendan. But the idea of joining... of working alongside the Halflings... well that had real promise. If only because it sounded like she'd have a good time.

The drowess ordered another shot for herself then eyed Weston as he stripped out of a shirt. Even though he was a Halfling, and there were a lot of differences just about looks, Bresthra's curiosity was snagged. And because of that, her blood red eyes played over the exposed skin with interest. Her eyes only went to his when he spoke. Wouldn't do to be rude... Bresthra was almost sold on the idea, but what he said sealed the deal. If there were no permanent obligations, then she could make her way to Mith Rendan whenever she wanted... Bresthra liked to cater to her random urges to return to Fyresk.

Bresthra barely made note of the threat in Charmaine's voice. Not because she was doing so actively, but rather, Bresthra knew they'd have no problem trusting her. She wasn't much for gossip. That was more in her sister Sahvrea's purview. For Bresthra, a secret was fine... so long as it didn't involve things like relationships or affections. To Bresthra, those were things that were meant to be out in the open. She was jerked from her thoughts when Weston grabbed her leg. He'd been talking, though Bresthra had missed it. But the sudden warm contact on her thigh... well now, that was something she had not been expecting. Bresthra would've written it off that he was trying not to fall... but the way his hand lingered drew her sharp attention. The drowess was the master at artful touches and knew one when she saw it... and when she was on the receiving end. Such as now. Her smile turned sly as she eyed Weston. "No, no, you're fine. No need to slow down at all." Bresthra chuckled before ordering another for herself. The drow had a rather high tolerance considering she'd spent most of her younger years drinking and gambling. Hells, she was even willing to bet she could make a good bluff right now. If she had the money to gamble away anyways.

After taking the shot, no longer feeling the warmth of the drink as it simply added to the already pleasurable haze to her vision she leaned against the table. Her hand happened to find Weston's thigh as she managed to look rather thoughtful. "It is definitely something to consider..." Then her voice dropped low. "Why don't we try a job first... then we'll see if we... mesh well..." For the last of her words, she'd looked to Weston as her hand slid just a little higher.

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((Just a note. I edited these two a bit. Instead of being 3 ft. and 3 ft.1, they are now 4 ft (charmaine) and 4 ft 1(weston). I just could not picture them that little, so gave 'em a bit more height. Thought I'd let you know as well.))

A sly smile crossed Charmaine's lips. "Good. We'll have to find a job that we can do together so you can get a feel for it. Don't worry, we won't do anything big. A small job would be the best for your first time." She said not able to keep the tinge of excitement out of her voice. In fact she was so happy that she didn't even notice the word play at the end of Bresthra's statement that was directed to Weston. Perhaps they finally had another member. Not that her and Weston didn't do a good job by themselves, but she wanted to be the leader of a big guild. Two people could not be called a big guild.

Weston quit breathing for a moment as the drow's hand found his thigh. He's throat also decided to go very dry and his tongue felt like cotton, so he took a drink of his beer which helped a little. This was quite a nice surprise to him. It had been a very long time since a beautiful woman had touched him like that. Needless to say he was already a bit aroused. He gave a small smile to Bresthra, but then his thoughts turned to Charmaine as she started talking to her again. How could he be flirting so badly with this sexy drow when the woman he supposedly loved was sitting right beside him? A small eternal battle broke out within him. He did have feelings for Charmaine, but was it really love? There was a beautiful woman with her hand on his thigh, should he take advantage of it or not? If he was certain that Charmaine had any feelings other than friendship for him, he'd never consider continuing with Bresthra. But the fact was he didn't know for certain and it had been so long since he'd even kissed a girl.

He got another shot of whiskey and downed it. Just as he did, he felt Bresthra's hand move higher on his thigh. He looked at her just as what she said hit him. Mesh together, eh? He thought to himself, 'Is that what she is thinking?' At this point he was drunk enough, or aroused enough, but probably a mix of both, to not care about his feelings or emotions. He made sure his body was turned to where Charmaine could not see her hand on his thigh, wouldn't do for her to point out the obvious and ruin their fun. Since she didn't seem to mind and was in fact encouraging his behavior, he put his hand back on her thigh. This time he didn't just leave it there, he had enough courage to run it up a bit higher, higher than where her hand was on his thigh. He gave her a challenging look then as if daring her to out do him.

"I'm hungry guys. Let's get something to eat and grab a booth." Charmaine said, then she gave the bar keep an order for some food and then hopped off the stool and went to grab a booth for them. "Come on guys, move it."

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(( He's not much shorter than her hee hee ))

Bresthra's attention had shifted completely to Weston and the moment that was steadily developing between them. Enough so that she didn't even hear what Charmaine had said. Something, surely, as Bresthra had noted the noise. But it wasn't nearly as important as the warmth of Weston's thigh beneath her hand. Her smile was devilishly sly when he took a drink then offered a smile of his own.  Then something seemed to have snagged his attention as his look went a little distant. Maybe not to the point most would notice, but Bresthra had been watching people for quite some time now. He was thinking... About what, the drowess could only guess.

Even though Weston took another shot, Bresthra opted out of that one. If there was the chance of something happening, she'd prefer to be remotely capable for it. Or at least fully aware. Too much more alcohol and the most Bresthra would manage would be to fall in a bed. Hardly fair to Weston. Much to her delight, there was a return of his hand to her thigh. The warmth from it had a shiver of want fall down her spine. But the fun did not end there, no. His hand moved higher. And higher. Bresthra nearly lost her composure at the look he gave her and made a move then. But the raucous laughter of some drunkard reminded the drow they were in public. Wouldn't look too good for her to start anything with the Halfling. But that look demanded a response. Her body throbbed with want in a couple of key locations, the sort that made her breathing soft and low.

The drowess never would've heard Charmaine except she moved. Only that was enough for Bresthra's blood red eyes to flick away from Weston's look to see the Halfling woman standing and saying something about a booth. Bresthra was thinking more along the lines of finding a room for herself and Weston, curious where things might go once they got there... But she wasn't about to say as much... yet. Too much more of this and she would. Since Charmaine was temporarily not next to Weston, Bresthra felt no qualms with sliding her hand all the way up and against Weston. She leaned close, the warmth of her hand flush to his lower abdomen, as she whispered, "If you'd prefer somewhere else rather than a booth..." Her breathy words trailed off with a suggestive look, letting him piece the end of her offer together. Bresthra pointedly looked down to where her hand was, leaving absolutely no doubt as to what she had in mind...

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Charmaine had a bit of time getting an empty booth. A lot of them were already filled or had people passed out in them. She finally find a corner booth in a dark corner that only had one person passed out in it and promptly drug them out of it. "Over here guys!" She said waving them over. She noticed one of the bar workers with a tray of food that seemed to be looking for someone. Naturally she figured it was theirs and caught their attention by whistling really loudly. The server put the food down and left. There would surely be enough for all of them.

Weston was paying about as much attention to Charmaine as Bresthra was. Lucky for him he was so use to listening to her that he caught her saying they should find a booth. Truthfully he wanted to find something a bit more private, but he couldn't leave Charmaine all alone. He owed her that much at least. He was watching where Charmaine was going, no sense in all of them looking for a booth, when Bresthra's hand found it's way all the way up his leg. His whole body got very very hot and his mind refused to think of anything except what his body was wanting him to do. He had expected her to move her hand a bit higher, but not all the way up. It was very shocking and thrilling at the same time.

He really noticed now how lovely she smelled as she leaned in close to him to speak to him. His breathing was very shallow and quick as all he could focus on for the moment was where her hand was. Then her words find their way through his foggy mind. At least they were on the same page. Seemed to him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and the gods knew how bad he wanted her right now. All the years of abstinence was really getting to him now. He leaned in next to her and slid his own hand up further. His thumb made small circles on her inner thigh. "I'd love to, but I can't just leave Charmaine. We'll have to wait until a more opportune moment. We'll eat and then leave. You can come back with us. Until then that booth is pretty dark..." He suggested, his voice was very low and husky. Though it killed him to, he got up and motioned for her to follow him.

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Bresthra had already committed herself to seeing what could happen between her and the Halfling. Of the escapades that the drowess had involved herself in, none of the involved someone like Weston. Elves and humans she knew what to expect. Not that she thought that being a Halfling made Weston wildly different than the others. Well it did, but more so mentally than physically. That he seemed equally interested in her had Bresthra's heart beat drumming in her ears. He was warm against her hand, deliciously so. Her eyes remained narrowed a fraction with a smirk in place, even when his hand slid higher. Bresthra even spread her legs a fraction more, a clear sign she'd let Weston go as high as he wanted. Bresthra had no public inhibitions. That and the alcohol had made her momentarily forget that Chamaine was there. At least when it concerned what joy might be found with Weston.

The drowess was then reminded that there was another member of their group, someone they couldn't just abandon. No matter how hot Bresthra happened to be. While she wouldn't have minded so much, Weston leaned in and suggested they go with Charmaine... until later. Bresthra looked around as the Halfling pulled away. Her eyes found Charmaine in a booth. That seemed to be where they should go. At least for now. Bresthra eyed Weston as he indicated she should follow. So it would be a little longer before she'd get to play, but that was ok. Bresthra could wait. That was half the fun anyways. The teasing and flirting. Especially where alcohol was concerned. It made others a little more liberal with their attentions. Bresthra always was. But she'd found most others had this filter that kept them from doing certain things in public. Give someone enough drink though, and that filter dissolved. While Bresthra had yet to find someone willing to simply take her in public, there were some that were bold. Like Weston's hand along her inner thigh. That sort of attention made her temperature spike, her heart hammer, and her breathing soft and shallow. A rare excitement for her, but one Bresthra ached for.

Bresthra brushed past Weston on the way to the booth, smiling at him. She was already so excited and warm from the teasing before, with the addition of the alcohol, that she acutely felt him when she'd moved past. Artfully to ghost her body along his. She slid into the booth, all the way against the wall. There was a small part of her that thought he might sit next to her, but she wasn't sure. Rather, Bresthra leaned against the cooler wall and sighed happily at the sharp contrast between her oh so warm skin and the warmer wall.

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Weston lingered a moment behind as Bresthra moved passed him. He had to take a second to catch his breath and calm down a bit. His mind, however, was a creature all it's own and it kept bringing up images of skin, blankets, and Bresthra. He prayed to whatever goddess it was the drow worshiped that they would not be stuck here long. He couldn't wait to get back to their house.

After what seemed to Wes as forever, but in actuality was only a few seconds, he made his way to the dark booth. He wanted to sit by Bresthra and was happy that she hadn't taken the seat next to Charmaine. Lucky for them, Charmaine was the type of person who normally took up a whole seat by herself. So he did the logical thing and took a seat next to the drow. Being next to her again made his heart start thumping harder. "Jeez, Charmaine. Did you really need to get all of this food?" He asked, trying to sound like he had his wits about him.

"Well, there is three of us. Besides it's just some meat, bread, cheese, and some fruit." She said defensively. There was a lot of food however, but no alcohol. "I guess I should have gotten a tank of beer for us as well." She snapped her fingers and caught the attention of a server. Within moments there was a tank of beer for them to drink and a flagon of the hard stuff as well. "Dig in everyone." Charmaine said taking her own advice.

Weston got a bit of cheese and bread to nibble on, then took another shot. He was at a good drunk and now was just wanting to pace himself. "This is good food. So do you have a place to stay Bresthra? If not, we have an extra room at our place." Weston said, taking the opportunity to slip his hand back on the drow's thigh. He was hoping that she would say she didn't have a place to stay even if she did. Her thigh felt so warm under his hand, he wanted to feel more under his hand. But he was going to let Bresthra decided how much they would do while they were still here.

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Bresthra's whole attention was on Weston as he slid into the booth next to her. Wonderful. She turned her attention to all the food and felt her stomach growl a little. Not enough to be heard. Hell, it was barely noticeable over the thrum of her pulse along certain sensitive areas of her body. The alcohol was serving to simply allow her to relax more. Bresthra heard him say something about the amount of food, making Bresthra smile a fraction as she leaned away from the wall to pick up a piece of melon. Something cool and sweet was exactly what she needed. Bresthra took a slow bite as Chamaine waved over a server for more drink. Bresthra considered indulging more, but decided against it for a moment. At least as long as it took her to get a small bite to eat.

The drow was taking another bite of melon when Weston said the food was good. And it was. Then he asked if she had a place to stay. She was about to respond when his hand found her thigh, so she took a moment longer to let her eyes linger on him while she took another bite. Bresthra smiled a little, her hand dropping to her lap, over his. Her smile turned rather sly as she slid his hand higher. "I actually haven't looked into getting a room yet. If you'd be so accommodating, I'd be more than grateful...." His hand reached the juncture between her legs. She regretted that she'd bothered to wear pants. "... to stay in the empty room." Her hand moved off of his, leaving him expressly there as Bresthra took another bite of melon. This was turning out to be a rather wonderful evening. Enough so that she felt ready for another shot. Bresthra leaned forward to pour it, shivering some at the warmth of his hand against  her. There was no pause as she took the shot then turned her attention to more melon. Though she looked preoccupied with picking a piece, the whole of her focus was on Weston and his hand.

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Charmaine wasn't too sure about the drow staying with them. She wasn't as inclined to trust strangers like Weston was, but if she did prove to be an asset to the guild it would only make sense for her to stay with them if she needed a place. "It's not a problem at all. Like he said we have an extra room. In fact we have a few extra rooms. Don't ask how, but we found ourselves in the possession of a small mansion. Part of it we've turned into a training ground of sorts." She explained to the drow, though for some reason she got the feeling like Bresthra wasn't really paying attention to her.

"Yeah, it's really nice. Not too big, but not that little either. You'll like it." He managed to say, but barely. Weston thought it very cute her putting her hand on his, but did not expect her to push his hand all the way up her leg. He felt flush all over and didn't dare move his hand quite yet. With his other hand he grabbed another piece of cheese and ate it. That small distraction gave him the time to get his composure together again. He squeezed her thigh noticing how toned it was. She certainly was in good shape. Then he started rubbing her thigh, slowly and in small circles. He didn't want Charmaine to notice that he was moving his arm. Thankfully the seats were a bit on the small side, so they were already touching shoulders which helped to cut down on the movements he made. After a second or two of rubbing the top of her thigh, he moved his hand downward to her inner thigh and ran it a bit higher still. A part of him was still worried she didn't want him to move that fast, but some how he knew she wanted him to.

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Bresthra idly chewed on the piece of fruit she had while watching Charmaine. The Halfling woman was saying something. Probably something she should pay attention. Like the fact she could stay with them. Considering she was getting all sorts of wicked ideas about Weston, that was definitely a good thing. She took another slice of melon and took a slow bite, savoring the sweet taste as she heard Weston say she'd like it. Her laugh following was throaty and low, almost sensual. "Oh, I'm sure I will like it there." At least, tonight seemed to be looking good. Bresthra wasn't sure how he'd react tomorrow, sober, but no part of her cared to think that far ahead. Even considering it had been an idle thought quickly crushed when he finally reacted to where his hand was. Bresthra liked to think she'd actually caught him off guard. Which made her feel deliciously wicked.

Bresthra was in mid bite when his hand slid to her inner thigh and higher. She paused to take a slow breath, fixing her attention on Charmaine before finishing her bite. Her legs spread just a little more making her flush along his all the while giving his hand more room to roam. If he wanted to, that is. Bresthra was wildly curious just how close Weston was willing to get to her right now. She didn't give much thought to what would happen if they were found out... or if she even cared if they were. Bresthra was enjoying herself far too much to fret about 'what ifs'. Hells, she wasn't even thinking about the room she and Weston could share. Her mind was wrapped around the here and now... like how his hand was so wonderfully warm against her.

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Charmaine was sure there was something up with this drow. She had been so talkative and now she was barely saying two words. It just didn't add up to her. She started thinking harder on it when she realized something. It was probably just the all the alcohol she had been drinking. It was also probably why Weston had gotten a bit more quiet. He was always more quiet when he was drunk, perhaps she should think about getting this drunk pair home. "It's settled then. You'll stay with us for the time being. Don't worry, there's no charge. You just have to pull your weight around the guild." She said, though she still had that feeling that something was up.

Weston kept eating, though he did not taste the food he was putting into his mouth. His mind was so far from his stomach it might as well not even exist. He was pretty sure his temperature went up a few degrees when she spread her legs a bit farther, pressing her leg against his. Not only was more of her touching him, but he had more room to move his hand. This was turning out to be one of the most fun nights he'd had in awhile. A small smile crept over his face and he quickly hid it with food so Charmaine wouldn't see. His hand slid higher as if he was going for the most sensitive part of her, but at the last minute he turned his hand away and up to teasingly stroke the lower part of her stomach. It too was very toned and felt wonderful. Damn. Why does she have to be wearing pants? He thought to himself.

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The drowess eyed Charmaine, as though it required quite a bit of focus to understand what she was saying. And it was. Bresthra was suitably liquored up, very warm, rather eager, and not concerned at all with anything outside of where she and Weston might end up. But words happened to be important occasionally, so she made an effort to log away what Charmaine said. Something about it being ok that she stay, so long as she pulled her weight. Bresthra was fine with that. "Sounds wonderful." The drowess couldn't control how breathy she sounded. That was simply a reaction to the way Weston happened to be touching her. And blessed Sharess, he was teasing her. Bresthra grinned and picked up another slice of fruit. She didn't want to really eat it, but she had to do something to keep from turning and taking this moment farther. But not in front of Charmaine. The female Halfling made Bresthra feel like a little girl. She couldn't do something decidedly naughty in front of Charmaine or she'd get in trouble. And getting in trouble was bad. Bresthra remotely blamed the alcohol for her weird perception of Charmaine. Besides, it was fun sneaking these touches beneath the booth... it had Bresthra's heart beating steadily in her ears, her face flushed, and her breathing soft and airy.

Bresthra took a bite of the fruit, loving how sweet and cool it was. It served to only add to the delight of the whole experience. "So," she managed conversationally, "How far away is this place?" Was she eager? Hell yes. Bresthra shot a sly look at Weston. The drowess fully intended on seeing where this might go.

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Weston's will power to keep himself in control was quickly wearing down. So much in fact that he had to stop himself from staring at Bresthra's chest. He was very curious to know what she looked like underneath all those clothes. Of course he knew he'd like what he'd see, that is if she let him see. Slapping himself out of his naughty thoughts, he snagged a bit of fruit. The coolness and sweetness of it was wonderful to his very dry throat. The last shot he took was now taking it's affect and it showed in the way his fingers started to go under the top of her pants.

"Oh it's not that far from here. Only a few streets down in fact. We'll head there now if you both are done. I can see you both are pretty drunk and Weston does some pretty silly things when he's drunk. Don't want him getting out of hand while we're here." Charmaine answered her. At least she seemed a bit more coherent than she did a minute ago. Some how they had managed to eat most of the food that was on the table. Waste not, want not Charmaine's grandmother always said.

"She's telling the truth, I do, but I'm not that drunk...yet." Weston said with huge grin. He was excited that they were going to be leaving soon. Though he was enjoying the hand play him and Bresthra was doing. "I'm ready when you guys are." As he was saying this, his hand moved down to lightly caress her most private of areas.

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Though it required quite a bit of effort on her part to listen to Charmaine, she was fully in tune with Weston and what he might be doing. Such as the way his hand brushed along the top of her pants... and the way his fingers slipped beneath them and against her skin. Bresthra had never been one to believe in self control. Ever. Only the spirit of play kept her from turning to Weston and showing him just how heated all of this was making her. The soft sigh as she took a moment to compose herself was purely a response to his touch. Bresthra's eyes partially closed as she studied the fruit in her hand. After she seemed to debate about eating it, she finished the bite and leaned back in her seat. That made it even easier for Weston's hand to dip lower. Bresthra wasn't even aware they were talking until her mind happened to jerk her into it. She had to remind herself yet again words were important, usually. She caught the tail end of Weston saying, '...I'm ready when you guys are.' Which made the drowess laugh. Bresthra was more than ready.

Bresthra had to suck in a sharp breath as his hand slid decidedly lower and a shiver shot down her spine. The drowess made no attempt to excuse or explain herself as she murmured, "It's probably best we go soon." Let Charmaine make of it what she liked, Bresthra's skin felt on fire. The thrum of want where his hand was had her edgy, unable to sit still... Bresthra glanced at Weston and smirked just a little. He had to know the affect he was having on her...

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Weston stood up then, knowing exactly what Bresthra was thinking with that look she gave to him. If he was doing half the things to her that she was doing to him, than it was amazing they both still had clothes on. "Alright then. Ladies, first." He said as he motioned for both Charmaine and Bresthra to go before him. He hoped his pants were baggy enough to hide something he really didn't want others

One eyebrow raised, Charmaine was very curious what inspired that last statement of Bresthra's. Maybe the drow was tired, gods knew she herself was exhausted. "Aren't you just the gentlemen." She said to Weston as she got up from the booth also. "Okay you all. Follow me." She said as she led the way through the crowded bar. She made sure that Weston and the drow was behind her as she exited the bar. Taking a left they headed towards the mansion.

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Bresthra felt her heart beat increase with that anticipatory tingle than pricked its way all over his skin. The knowledge that they were leaving, that things may happen... ah, it was something she would say she was addicted to. It was a purely unique sensation, one that could not be found anywhere save the moments before she was alone with someone she very much wanted to be alone with. She slid out of the booth, eyeing Weston the whole time she did. Her blood red gaze played over him, briefly imagining what he would look like without clothes on. So obviously undressing him with her eyes in the brief time it took for her to stand, then move to follow Charmaine.

Bresthra's skin was highly sensitive to the extent everyone she accidently brushed against made her shiver. The drowess was so accustomed to giving herself wholly to sensation that it was something she did naturally now. Stepping outside, she paused to let the night air caress her very warm self. Only long enough to take a full breath before moving to follow them. Her things had been tucked away before now. She'd come back for them later. There was much more important things to think of right now... Bresthra walked behind Charmaine at a comfortable distance, taking the amount of thought it required to at least pay attention to where they were going.

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Weston filed in behind the two women. His eyes were free now to scan the contours of Bresthra's body from behind. He liked what he saw. They exited the bar and the night hit him almost as hard as a stone wall. It didn't bother him though, a bit of cool air was what he needed to keep his head on straight until they got home. The night was beautiful, almost as beautiful as the drow that was in front of him now. The alcohol was still flowing through him and he was lucky he knew where his home was. The closer they got to the mansion the more excited he got and the more his heart thumped against his chest.

Indeed the mansion was only a couple of streets down and in minutes they were in front of the good sized house. It wasn't anything too fancy, nothing that would call attention to itself, but nicer than a regular house. It had two stories to it and a wide porch area. Charmaine walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. "Home sweet home." She said as she pushed the door open. She lit one of the lamps on the inside as Weston and Bresthra entered, then she shut the door behind them. "I guess we'll show you to your room." She said, lighting another candle and walking down a hall way. "I don't know about you all, but I'm extremely tired. So I'm hitting the hay after this."

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Bresthra had enough of her wits about her that she could easily remember the way back to the bar, and thus to her possessions, when she got around to it. There was no rush. It wasn't like there was anything in the bag she couldn't live without. Surely her teacher would be upset if he had to replace it all... but Bresthra didn't care. She took a moment to survey the estate that they came upon, deciding she happened to like it. It was nice, spacious, but nothing that would make every passerby look and wonder. Unassuming was a good way to describe the place. Maybe that was why she liked it.

The drowess stood in the entry way, allowing her eyes to adjust to the low light. She saw more this way. The brief flare as Charmaine lit some lamp made her squint, but she was prepared for the candle. Bresthra didn't have anything to say at this point and so merely followed Charmaine. The drowess was still very aware of Weston and what they needed to finish, but that was all in time. Couldn't very well take him in the hallway... or at least not while Charmaine was around. Still the feeling of getting in trouble persisted, which actually made Bresthra smile. "I'll probably go to sleep as well," she said before glancing back at Weston. The look she gave him was a clear invitation. Hopefully she wouldn't be getting much sleep...

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Charmaine didn't lead her far down the hall, the bedroom was the second door on the right. "Here it is. I'm afraid there's not much in it besides a bed and writing desk, but you can add to it if you wish. Till then it'll do. There's plenty of covers on the bed and extra pillows in the closet if you need them. Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight all." She said, but as she was walking away she pulled Weston with her a ways. In halfling she said to him, "Please keep quiet, if you plan on doing anything." With that she was off. Of course she wasn't sure if that's what was going on, but she knew something was up and by the way Wes had been undressing the woman with his eyes most of the night it wasn't too hard for her to assume. A strange feeling, she wasn't sure what, tugged at the back of her mind. Normally she didn't care what Wes did or whom, but for some reason she wouldn't be happy if she was right about this.

Weston could only stand with his jaw open as Charmaine walked away from him. He should have known that she would notice that something was up between them. At least she hadn't told him to not do anything. If she would've he probably would have backed out of the whole thing and that would have depressed him. The part of his mind that was still sober made him second guess himself about this evening. He did have feelings for Charmaine, but it was very apparent that she didn't for him. The logic of the situation won out and he could find no good reason to not continue the fun with Bresthra.

He waited to walk back towards the drow until Charmaine had already rounded the corner and gone up the stairs. He was still pretty drunk, but not as drunk as he had been. He wasn't quite sure what to do now. They were finally alone, but he felt very awkward and unsure of himself. At least Bresthra wasn't as tall as he thought she was at first. Now that they were standing face to face and close he could tell that she was only a bit taller than him. That made things a little more simple at least. "Um...well...here we are." That was smooth. He berated himself.

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The drowess eyed the door she was led to, though she continued to watch Weston and Charmaine out of the corner of her eye. It was terribly amusing that Charmaine pulled Weston a couple feet away. Bresthra pretended to be interested in the door and try not to eavesdrop. Which was fairly easy because she didn't understand a word what was said... and she only heard brief whispers anyways. Only when she noted that Charmaine was walking away did Bresthra turn to face Weston, leaning back against the door as she watched him. The wooden door was deliciously cool against her inflamed skin. All that teasing and touching... Bresthra allowed herself to study him as he waited for Charmaine to round the corner before turning back  and walking to her. The alcohol still swam with her, but it only served to soften the edges of her vision. Bresthra was fully capable of... well, much. Her hand idly played with the ties to the leather top she wore, watching him. The silence between the two didn't bother her. Merely a prelude to what she hoped to be an eventful evening.

"Um...well...here we are."

Bresthra chuckled softly and reached down, opening her door. Her blood red eyes didn't leave his as she leaned back to open the door. "Care to show me in?" she breathed softly. A clear invitation if there ever was one. She could tell he was feeling a little awkward, but that was an easy fix. One that would be best done in the relative privacy of her new room. As she waited for him to walk in, Bresthra tugged on the leather ties that laced up the front of her shirt. That simple pull untied the knot at the top, which would allow her to loosen it further... and inevitably take it off.