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As the atmosphere in the pub grew more lively and rowdy over the course of the night, Graham Horne was transfixed on his newfound Leonid friend as he and Bakari knocked back drink after drink.
Yet, to say they were on equal terms would have been an exaggeration. He didn’t know if it had to do with her being so big, but good Gods, he had neverseen someone hold their liquor like she could. She was drinking three mugs of ale plus a shot of hard whisky to his one mug, yet she still seemed lucid, while the buzz of the alcohol began to dull and cloud his senses…and loosen his tongue...
His usual quiet nature seemed a thing of the past, he just couldn’t stop talking to her, and she seemed just as eager to learn everything there was to know about him and his people. It was so easy to talk to her, he could barely believe it.
Ever since he was old enough to drink, alcohol had been both a blessing and a curse: it had lead to some of the most shameful and humilating moments in all his years, yet it almost never failed to help him to screw up the courage to talk to the opposite sex. Like most men his age, he had had the occasional success in that area as well, but even then, conversation had never been this natural, this organic, and with a Leonid at that. Yet even that seemed to matter less to him now. Her culture seemed so different, yet so similar to his own, he sometimes wondered how much of a shame it was he had not met another Leonid before now.
She had briefly taken him over to meet her comrades, who, much to his relief, seemed to welcome him with a jovial sense of cameraderie, even if they didn’t seem quite as intrigued by him as Bakari. Yet, most of their time at the pub was spent with just the two of them, either at the bar or at a back table, simply talking, drinking, even laughing about the rigors of military life or some funny anecdotes about their past.
He felt as if he were out drinking with an old friend whom he had known for years, and with that feeling came a warm wave of fulfillment and familiarity. He was well and truly enjoying himself, with someone he had only just met and had resented a few hours before. Yet, that seemed like so long ago now.
Keegan and the other toxic people in his life might have arrived at the pub by now and might have been skulking somewhere in the shadows ridiculing his choice of companions, but he was very pleased to find he could not care less where they were or what they thought.
What mattered was he was here with an amazing woman, unwinding, having fun, more fun than he had had in a very long time.
“…you know, I didn’t tell you before, but your Xolan is very good. Have you spent a lot of time in this country?”
“Hehe, here and there. Was a bodyguard for my leader’s diplomats before war began. I traveled all over the continent, but have a…soft spot for Xolan…perhaps because it is close to my home land? But, never mind that. Back to your story, what happened next?” She asked eagerly, wrapping her arm around his back and pulling him close. Without even thinking about it, his arm moved on its own, finding a comfortable resting place on her lower back as he continued his story.
“Oh, alright. So Keegan…he’s looking square at us, right? The ground is so slippery from the mud, but he’s not looking where he’s going. He makes a turn, his foot slips, and he runs headfirst straight into the horse’s ass!”
Bakari tossed her head back, letting out a deep belly-laugh at Graham’s punch line. It was such a hearty laugh, Graham almost questioned her sincerity. He had never considered it to be that funny a story, but it made his heart feel strangely full to see her enjoying herself, so he did not question it.
“I wish I could have used that against him, today, but he threatened to flog any of us who ever brought that story up again, and, I’m sure you’ll agree there isn’t much honor in earning battle scars from punishment, is there?”
“Haha, yes I agree. But you should not forget that story. One day may come where you can use it against him. He may be your superior now, but he could use some humilty, yes? Giving it to him might earn you respect…like you have mine…yrr t’charra…”
Perhaps it was the ale talking, but her last words seemed to send shivers down his spine. Her tone, the way she rolled the ‘r’ sound of the word around so huskily sent his heart racing, even if he did not quite understand the meaning of the word. He had spent a night in his father’s study researching the Leonid language, so at least the risk of misunderstandings due to the language barrier would be somewhat less.
Yet, part of him didn’t want to learn what those words meant. They seemed to have an allure; a beauty all their own. Their true meaning might stain that beauty, he thought.
Just like her. He could not put his finger on where or when he had come to that realization, but she was utterly beautiful, in every way. Her firm, toned towering body enticed him, her golden fur seemed to shimmer in the lamp-light, giving her almost an aura all her own. More than that, she was kind, well-spoken, energetic, thoughtful…everything he…
Before he could finish his thought, a firm grip on his left butt cheek nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. His jaw seemed to hang open yet again as his gaze was met by an impish, yet sultry grin from Bakari. The slit-pupils of her deep blue eyes pierced his consciousness like a knife through butter. Though he could quite articulate what he was feeling, without even saying a word, she made it clear, in no uncertain terms that feeling was mutual. A thick glaze of warmth seemed to build up in his chest, as the air left his lungs and a strange tension began to build within his nether regions.
Did she…like him?
Was he really that attractive to her, the scrawny, lanky whelp that he was?
What did she have planned for him?
***(TO BE CONTINUED)***
Graham and Bakari: Sunstreak091
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As the atmosphere in the pub grew more lively and rowdy over the course of the night, Graham Horne was transfixed on his newfound Leonid friend as he and Bakari knocked back drink after drink.
Yet, to say they were on equal terms would have been an exaggeration. He didn’t know if it had to do with her being so big, but good Gods, he had neverseen someone hold their liquor like she could. She was drinking three mugs of ale plus a shot of hard whisky to his one mug, yet she still seemed lucid, while the buzz of the alcohol began to dull and cloud his senses…and loosen his tongue...
His usual quiet nature seemed a thing of the past, he just couldn’t stop talking to her, and she seemed just as eager to learn everything there was to know about him and his people. It was so easy to talk to her, he could barely believe it.
Ever since he was old enough to drink, alcohol had been both a blessing and a curse: it had lead to some of the most shameful and humilating moments in all his years, yet it almost never failed to help him to screw up the courage to talk to the opposite sex. Like most men his age, he had had the occasional success in that area as well, but even then, conversation had never been this natural, this organic, and with a Leonid at that. Yet even that seemed to matter less to him now. Her culture seemed so different, yet so similar to his own, he sometimes wondered how much of a shame it was he had not met another Leonid before now.
She had briefly taken him over to meet her comrades, who, much to his relief, seemed to welcome him with a jovial sense of cameraderie, even if they didn’t seem quite as intrigued by him as Bakari. Yet, most of their time at the pub was spent with just the two of them, either at the bar or at a back table, simply talking, drinking, even laughing about the rigors of military life or some funny anecdotes about their past.
He felt as if he were out drinking with an old friend whom he had known for years, and with that feeling came a warm wave of fulfillment and familiarity. He was well and truly enjoying himself, with someone he had only just met and had resented a few hours before. Yet, that seemed like so long ago now.
Keegan and the other toxic people in his life might have arrived at the pub by now and might have been skulking somewhere in the shadows ridiculing his choice of companions, but he was very pleased to find he could not care less where they were or what they thought.
What mattered was he was here with an amazing woman, unwinding, having fun, more fun than he had had in a very long time.
“…you know, I didn’t tell you before, but your Xolan is very good. Have you spent a lot of time in this country?”
“Hehe, here and there. Was a bodyguard for my leader’s diplomats before war began. I traveled all over the continent, but have a…soft spot for Xolan…perhaps because it is close to my home land? But, never mind that. Back to your story, what happened next?” She asked eagerly, wrapping her arm around his back and pulling him close. Without even thinking about it, his arm moved on its own, finding a comfortable resting place on her lower back as he continued his story.
“Oh, alright. So Keegan…he’s looking square at us, right? The ground is so slippery from the mud, but he’s not looking where he’s going. He makes a turn, his foot slips, and he runs headfirst straight into the horse’s ass!”
Bakari tossed her head back, letting out a deep belly-laugh at Graham’s punch line. It was such a hearty laugh, Graham almost questioned her sincerity. He had never considered it to be that funny a story, but it made his heart feel strangely full to see her enjoying herself, so he did not question it.
“I wish I could have used that against him, today, but he threatened to flog any of us who ever brought that story up again, and, I’m sure you’ll agree there isn’t much honor in earning battle scars from punishment, is there?”
“Haha, yes I agree. But you should not forget that story. One day may come where you can use it against him. He may be your superior now, but he could use some humilty, yes? Giving it to him might earn you respect…like you have mine…yrr t’charra…”
Perhaps it was the ale talking, but her last words seemed to send shivers down his spine. Her tone, the way she rolled the ‘r’ sound of the word around so huskily sent his heart racing, even if he did not quite understand the meaning of the word. He had spent a night in his father’s study researching the Leonid language, so at least the risk of misunderstandings due to the language barrier would be somewhat less.
Yet, part of him didn’t want to learn what those words meant. They seemed to have an allure; a beauty all their own. Their true meaning might stain that beauty, he thought.
Just like her. He could not put his finger on where or when he had come to that realization, but she was utterly beautiful, in every way. Her firm, toned towering body enticed him, her golden fur seemed to shimmer in the lamp-light, giving her almost an aura all her own. More than that, she was kind, well-spoken, energetic, thoughtful…everything he…
Before he could finish his thought, a firm grip on his left butt cheek nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. His jaw seemed to hang open yet again as his gaze was met by an impish, yet sultry grin from Bakari. The slit-pupils of her deep blue eyes pierced his consciousness like a knife through butter. Though he could quite articulate what he was feeling, without even saying a word, she made it clear, in no uncertain terms that feeling was mutual. A thick glaze of warmth seemed to build up in his chest, as the air left his lungs and a strange tension began to build within his nether regions.
Did she…like him?
Was he really that attractive to her, the scrawny, lanky whelp that he was?
What did she have planned for him?
***(TO BE CONTINUED)***
Graham and Bakari: Sunstreak091
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