[D2 EN] Sultans of Swing (Lounge, OPEN)

[Craig Walker]

That got another chuckle out of him as he turned to the bar tender who was her boss "I'm sure you know her drink by now, it's on me." He turned back to her hand drifted down and resting on her thigh "So how many night a week do you get someone on the hook like you've got me?"

[Chantelle Rossette]

"Li' you, beb?" she laughed, like a stream wild with melting snow, "my fare is usually mo' mundane." Chantelle indicated to the scattered patrons, her eyes somehow skipping over the wooden elf doll that had come to see her sing. The egret tapped her manicured fingernails against Craig's obsidian hand, and it made a satisfying clicking sound, "har' on de ou'side, gooey in de cen'er, I wonda wha' flava you are."

[Craig Walker]

His eyebrow rose a bit at that, it was the most suggestive thing she had said so far "Well I suppose some mysteries just have to be solved personally don't they?"

[Chantelle Rossette]

"I daresay fin'in' ou' is 'alf de fun." Chantelle sipped her drink and blinked slowly at the ogre, looking up through thick, blonde eyelashes, a sort of smirk on her face.

[Craig Walker]

Craig chuckled "well you may be right about that, exploration is usually fun. Adventure, new experiences, new sensations." Walker did have to admit that being a changeling opened up all kinds of erotic doors to things he never would have experienced when he was human. Some meins had unintended secondary applications in the bedroom. He took a swig of his beer draining the rest of the bottle in one swoop. "That's two, you got me for one more before I have to leave." He said with a smirk

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle cooed, “so stric’, you mus’ be won’aful wit de kids. Do you li’ kids, beb?”

[Craig Walker]

He chuckled "discipline is necesarry to keep everything in check, no need to let it lapse unless its necesarry, or fun." He said with a smirk "as for kids I get along with then pretty well, I mean I do coach high school kids as my day job."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Clucking her tongue, Chantelle ran her fingertips down his arm, "too much of a goo' ting no' fun eitha, sometime' you 'ave to go wit de flow, beb."

[Craig Walker]

"And where do you think the flow is taking me tonight?" He asked with a smirk and a quirk of an eyebrow.

[Chantelle Rossette]

Laughing warmly, “I’m no fortune tella, beb, I daresay it flow you righ’ ‘ere to me, an’ I ain’ one to loo’ a gif’ Wyrd in de mout.” Like month, ‘mouth’ also ended in a T.