Faster barfly! Drink! Drink!

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Æana's giggling was contagious, Aznimal giggled under his breath.

The woman's eyes focused and she stared up at them a moment. Then she blinked, stood up a bit and began rummaging under the counter.

It was then that Aznimal noticed the stairs lurking off in the corner. "Can we get a room on the first floor pleassh?"

"If I c'n fin' it," she dissapeared under the counter and little movement noises could be heard. Then a key went flying up in the air, it flew up, fell down and there was a jingly noise followed by a noise that may have been a curse word. A few more curse-like words followed and the woman stood back up and slumped back against the counter. She pushed a little silver key with a leather handle towards them.

Aznimal glanced at the key, down at Æana and then at the woman, who seemed to have gone back into her stupor. "Hello?"

No response.

Aznimal blinked and set Æana down carefully, making sure his feet were securely under him.

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Æana stumbled a little when her feet hit the floor, but she stabilized herself enough to stand and lean against the counter. She grabbed the key and started making it shine in the little light in the room. She suddenly stopped playing with the key as though she had been struck rather hard across the brain with a blunt thought. Aznimal had helped her. She ought to thank him. She leaned over to kiss him, and tripped, making her kiss him a little harder than she had wanted to. She broke the kiss quickly.

Æana: Sorry! Tripped.

Æana examined the key again.

Æana: Room... One... twunny... two. We're in room one twunny-two. Let's go.

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Ooo pretty light...

Wait.. breathing impaired...

Seriously impaired.

And strangely enough he didn't feel like panicing. Nah, it was too familiar. It seemed right, booze plus person plus not being able to breathe. It was like waking up and stretching, nice and familiar.

Maybe it'd be nice to return the favor and give Æana a hard time breathing. There, now all the remaining awkwardness went bye-bye.

Bye bye.

When Æana pulled away and confessed to tripping Aznimal blushed a bit. She just tripped. Aaaww-

Wait a minute!! What was he thinking??? "It'sh alright," he grinned. "Let'sh find that room." Quite impulsively he grabbed her hand and began walking with her.

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Æama blushed when she saw Aznimal blush. Then she giggled because she made him blush.

Æana: Okay, let's find that room.

In a burst of energy, she hopped up the two stairs to the bottom floor and skipped down the hall til she reached room 122. She out the key in the door and unlocked it, darting in and in a bout of immaturity, flopping on the bed to see how bouncy it was.

It was nice and bouncy. Æana sat up and proceeded to happily bounce on the bed while waiting for Aznimal.

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Aznimal trotted alongside Æana as she skipped down the hall, all the while wondering why the rooms were numbered in hundreds. The place didn't seem that big, perhaps the owner was just flaunting how much money he had by ordering excess numbers for the doors.

He put the matter aside once they got to the room. Æana took care of opening it, immediately dashed to the bed and began bouncing on it. It was almost ridiculous, but Aznimal was in a ridiculous-appreciating mood at the moment. He grinned and chuckled a little. "I take it the bedsh good."

That immediatly made him wonder if the pillows were just as 'good'. Aznimal walked into the room, sat on the opposite side of the bed and poked one of the pillows.

Oooh fluffy.

He promptly grabbed onto the pillow and whacked Æana in the side of the head with it.

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Æana 'oof'ed as the pillow hit her. She fell because she wasn't expecting the blow. She turned at look as Aznimal.

Æana: You're gonna get it now!

She took the pillow from him and tackled him down to the bed. She sat on his lap and hit him a few times with the pillow. She acted angry, but it was easy to see that she was playing around.

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Aznimal laughed at Æana's reaction to being whapped.

And was then pushed back and thwapped repeatedly with the pillow. He made a noise that was half yelp and more giggle when he was tackled and laughed more as he was pummelled, raising an arm in mock defense. The other arm snaked back to the headboard to grab the other pillow, which wasn't quite as full and fluffy but was still a pillow.

He clutched it tightly and returned the assault, popping her with the pillow a few times before rolling and pinning her. "I'll get what now?" he teased, hitting her with the pillow again.

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Æana laguhed as he pinned her and whapped her again. She didn't fight back, she just lay there in her drunken stupor, trying to take in everything. The alcohol left a light blush over Æana's cheeks and a smile on her face. SHe was on a very comfy bed with a guy that had been really nice to her for the last... well, her time comprehension was off, but for that night. This was okay. She got drinks and a warm bed to sleep in. That was what she was trying to accomplish.

Æana: Hey, why'd we get a room anyways? I forgots...

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That was a good question. Aznimal set the pillow down and glanced at the ceiling for a moment.

He thought back a ways, to that bastard door, which wasn't far back enough. Then back to the bar when Æana spilled some of her drink on herself, that seemed too far back. Or was it? He continued to cycle through his recent memories, getting distracted a bit when he reached the ones about the Bloody Mary. Aaah Bloody Mary goodness...

Wait, that was it.

"We left sho we could drink without botherin' Alishon's other customersh." That was it. Almost, it felt like something else was missing. Maybe Æana would figure it out now that she knew that bi-

Wait, that was the second bit.

"And we needed a room anywaysh. You're not from here and I'm not from here."

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Æana: Oh, okay. I shee.

Æana realized that she had a clear shot at that kiss now. Nothing she could trip on now, no matter how drunk she was.

Æana: Thanks fer doin' all thish fer me.

She pushed her self upwards just enough for her mouth to lightly connect with Aznimal's

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"You're wel-"

It was quite rude to talk when someone was kissing you. Well, unless you wanted to annoy them, and Aznimal didn't want to annoy Æana.

Sitting there like a statue didn't seem to good either. He pressed his lips back against hers.

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Æana shrugged her arms out from Aznimal and wrapped them around his neck. She might not be very experienced with men, but she'd kissed a few boys back home; Just never on a bed at an inn in a strange town.

But being drunk, her mind didn't process it that way. Her mind processed it like this: Hey, he's kinda cute and his mouth tastes like raspberries.

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Aznimal's mouth was just finding out what Æana's brain was processing.

Her mouth tasted like a daquiri. Like sweet daquiri yumminess. If it had hands and feet and legs and muscles other than the tongue his mouth would have liked to do backflips of glee.

It couldn't do them though. What it could do was try to get closer to the raspberry daquiri yumminess. It sent the tongue out on a quest to get it, to make up for it's inability to do backflips.

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Æana's eyes widened at the intrusion, and for a brief moment, a part fo her brain tried to tell her 'Hello! You're making out with a guy you just met! Stop it!' But that part of her brain was bitchslapped by another part which seemed to think 'More daquiri taste NOW dammit!' Æana parted her lips for Aznimal, while trying to suppress her urge to giggle, and actually mostly succeeding.

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((The forecast for the next few posts threatens to be a bit risque with a chance for random hilarity. Normalcy shall return once the blood alcohol content in this thread is less than the National Debt.))

Daquiri, daquiri, daquiri, daquiri...

Aznimal's mouth was feeling quite accomplished, and his tongue didn't feel bad about its inability to pull of victory-gymnastics.

Then he remembered something. Mai Tais were fabulously tropical and fruity. Wait... that had nothing to do with present situation. Stupid brain, it wasn't getting a Mai Tai, it had to be happy with what it had.

Almost as if to make up for bringing another drink up, another memory surfaced, more recent. Æana'd spilled a bit of actual daquiri on herself before Alison suggested they go to the Inn. It was close... Aznimal could almost feel it.

Wait, no... he could feel it, one of his hands migrated up to Æana's chest to verify the memory. Aznimal pulled away from her and looked down at the trails of daquiri. "Want me to get thoshe for ya?"

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Æana poked out her bottom lip when Aznimal broke the kiss. Then, noticing that he was trying to get to the spilled daquiri, she realized that her shirt was in the way. She decided to remedy that and she pulled off her shirt.

Æana: Sure, go ahead.  

She moved her arms from around his neck to above her head. A hand brushed against the forgotten bottle of daquiri that she set on the bedside table. She uncorked the bottle and took a swig before showing it to Aznimal.

Æana: Hey, lookit what we forgots.

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The shirt coming off was the closest thing Aznimal could compare to her actually saying 'yes'. So he set to work chasing down the wriggling trails of purple-red bliss. Some were stubborn, clinging to her skin after he licked them. The poor bastards, the more they clung the more he would lick them.

There was no escape. No other options. Just lick after lick after lick to batter the innocent drink-bits into changing their minds about being so clingy.

'Hey, lookit what we forgots.'

Aznimal administered the final smiting lick on his current trickle and looked up. Maybe it was the something he forgot back at the bar, after Æana mentioning getting rooms in inns. No, it was better. The bottle of daquiri! Aznimal squeaked with delight.

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Æana gasped as Aznimal attacked her chest with his tongue. A quiet moan slipped out, too, but was quickly replaced by giggling when Aznimal squeaked. She took his response as meaning that he wanted some more daquiri. She poured a little in her hand.

Æana: You want some more?

She proceeded to slather the daquiri over her chest and stomach.

Æana: Drink up! *giggle*

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Aznimal watched the daquiri flowing into Æana's hand like a hawk.

A thirsty, half starved hawk that just saw a fat bunny come waddling out from a lake after taking a refreshing dip. Though, he wasn't quite that thirsty and was far from starving and the daquiri wasn't waddling into Æana's hand. The gist of it was about the same, both Aznimal and the proverbial hawk were staring at the daquiri/proverbial rabbit with look that clearly promised that it wouldn't see the light of day, ever again.

Giving the daquiri that look took up all the space it had for some other tasks, like talking. Actions spoke louder than words anyway.

Aznimal's tongue fell on the gleaming pools of daquiri in much the same way the proverbial hawk would have fallen on the proverbial bunny, only without the claws and the gory death. Besides, Æana had yet to say whether or not he could bite her.

And even if she had, the daquiri was on her skin, not imbedded into it. He would have ignored her if she gave him permission and continued to lick up the pools of daiquiri. Since her chest was closest to him he started there, lapping up the pools and the remainder of the insurgent trickles, before shimmying down to her stomach.

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Æana bit back a moan and a few gasps as Aznimal attacked her chest with his tongue. When he moved down to her stomach, she couldn't help but laugh. She was rather ticklish there, but it also felt good, but daquiris tend to make a lot of things feel good. Once he finished cleaning off all the daquiri, she handed him the bottle.

Æana: I gave 'oo shum, now return da favur.