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

[Craig Walker]

He smiled at that "well I suppose it just might have, I did come here on a whim, on just a wanting to shake things up a bit and well it did bring me here to you." His clawed hand stroked the egrets bare arm again "so I guess it's not always a bad idea to go with the flow."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle finished her drink, and smiled, "'opefully you'll flow my way agai' sometime soo'."

[Craig Walker]

Craig took a draw from his beer and shook his phone a bit "well luckily for me I wont have to rely on the flow to bring me to you again. You'll be hearing from me again miss, that is a promise." He said with a wide smile open with just a touch of desire.

[Chantelle Rossette]

"A promise, you say?" Chantelle considered invoking the Wyrd to seal Craig to his word, but she was fairly certain he intended on seeing through. All the same, the flow of conversation prompted her to say, "I daresay I migh' jus' 'old you to dat."


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Would seal, but y'know, this was D2 >_>

[Craig Walker]

He chuckled once more "please do miss Chantelle, I'd like nothing more." Promises were strong even on this side of the Hedge. All lost knew that, even without glamour sealing his words he knew that words alone mattered. His drink was coming to an end as was this conversation.

He finished his beer anset it down on the counter. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on Chantelle's cheek, his lips felt surprisingly soft, much like normal skin apparently only the obsidian of his hands and feet were of actual stone his voice was barely a whisper in her ear "I look forward to seeing you again."

[Chantelle Rossette]

With a delighted shiver, Chantelle nudged the end of her beak against his cheek in return, a rough facsimile of a kiss. Not having lips was always going to be a complication. “Don’ kee’ me waitin’, beb.” Gracefully, she slipped from the stool and swirled away from the fire orge, heading back towards the stage for her second set, her hand dragging down his arm to the very tip of his claws before the contact between them was broken.

[Craig Walker]

He smiled and watched her return part of him wanted to stay and listen to her honey velvet voice again but he knew it was late as is and he would hate himself if he stay much longer. With ome last lingering look taking in her exquisite form he sighed a little and played his tab before standing from his own stool and making his

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