C Sweet Like Honey [Closed with Thoughtless]

[thoughtless]

"You win. You win." He laughed, feigning a bow. "Fuck practice. You should geta medal for doing that with a straight face." He took another swig of his beer, still trying to rid himself of the taste. "Why would you willingly do that to yourself? There's gotta be nicer ways to forget your day." He could already feel the heat in his freckled cheeks. He wasn't a light-weight by any means, but he never could hide the effects booze had on him. It was probably the booze that allowed the next words to be said aloud.

"Oh I can definitely think of a better way to pass the evening." He tapped his shot glass on the counter--stunned that he'd actually said it, and 100% waiting to be punched directly in the face. "But bourbon works too."

"There are... but they're not half as fun," Melite deadpanned as she took a cautious sip of her beer. Or half the distraction I need them to be, she thought as she let out a sigh before she grabbed the bottle of rum again, pouring another shot before tossing it back without a second thought. The werebear woman could feel the alcohol beginning to seep into her system properly as she tasted the familiar sting of the alcohol filling her mouth, knowing she was getting drunk far earlier in the evening than she anticipated but simply... not caring. Melite had barely had time to swallow the shot when she heard the stranger next to her remark how he could definitely think of a better way to pass the evening before the burn of the rum caught up with her, making her cough & wheeze in surprise and feeling the burn of the liquour en force and struggling to catch her breath again for just a moment.

"I can't believe you actually said that," She giggled before she drew a deep breath to clear the dregs of the rum out of her mouth. Melite wasn't sure how to react in the moment, struggling between wanting to slap him for being so bold but her curiosity getting the best of her and prodding her forward. She exhaled sharply as she stood from her barstool, grabbing her beer and taking the seat directly next to him, leaving them both sitting side by side to where there was no space left between them. There was no hiding the tinge of nervousness in her features when Melite turned to him and fixed him in her golden amber gaze, waiting to see if she'd scare off this man who almost certainly wasn't a part of the magical community like she was by the way his scent carried over the bar and the way he held himself. What did she have to lose by allowing herself this luxury before she returned back home? Melite didn't know but she could feel her chances slipping away and decided to act against her better judgement.

"Why don't we start with the bourbon and see where it goes, hmm?"

She was even more beautiful upclose. Not that manufactured, overdone way either. She was stunning in a way that came from her core. Everything together. It was probably the rum talking, but damn was she something. Those golden eyes were something else. He took in a breath when she sat down beside him. Keep your cool, jackass. You're just going to ruin it for yourself.

"Two more, please!" he called to the bartender in exagerated urgency. "Quick, before she changes her mind." He smirked, "Honestly, can't believe I said that either. Can't believe you haven't fucking run yet." He took another sip of beer. "You know a place if this goes...well?"