Anywhere but there (Day 10 EN Expecting)

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Oh I'm sure we can think of something." He offered with a smile, trying to resist urge to chuckle, this really wasn't what he was expecting, but in a way it was fun. Reaching up his hand he brushed his thumb across her cheek. A moment later rising to his feet.

"For now though, I think it's time we get you off that stool, there is a nice comfy couch over there and I think we should sit on it. We can talk all about your plummy over there." Arsele was swaying a bit after all, and it didn't seem long before she went one way or the other.

[Arsele Girard]

"A... couch? That sounds nice. Carry me."

Arsele held out her arms, face still kind of sad and pouty.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Of course beautiful." Z came close, letting Arsele wrap her arms around his neck, before picking her up to carry her princess style towards the couch.

[Arsele Girard]

Arsele doesn't seem to notice the few people in the hotel bar staring, "...I'm not too heavy, am I?"

Truthfully Arsele was heavier than her short stature might indicate, thanks to her curves and musculature.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Light as a feather." He replied smoothly, no sign of strain in his voice, though in reality his arms were already starting to burn. She was a bit heavier then she looked.

Still he soldiered on towards the couch, hopefully arriving at it in short order with no mishaps.

[Arsele Girard]

Arsele was pretty still at least, resting her chin on his shoulder. Thus it wasn't long until he could set her down and/or sit himself.

[Zanebry Varliss]

He placed her gently on the couch before taking a seat beside her. Waving to the bartender to bring them another round.

"Comfy? He asked offering a smile in her direction.

[Arsele Girard]

"No~"

That was a lie.

"I wanna go back home so I can be nekkid..."

That wasn't.

[Zanebry Varliss]

He laughed lightly at that. "I suppose that can be arranged Arsele, though my room would be quicker if you absolutely had to slip out of something."

[Arsele Girard]

She looked over at him with a piercing stare, "...you'd like that, wouldn't you? I thought you said you were gonna be nice to me tonight..."

[Zanebry Varliss]

"I would." He agreed with a smirk. "You're right I'm here to be nice to you. So ask away I'll do whatever you like..."

There was a short pause. "Within reason."

[Arsele Girard]

"Hmmmm... Well... I know I wanted plums. You don't have any, do you...?"

[Zanebry Varliss]

He frowned thoughtfully, looking up one sleeve then the other. A moment later a ration bar appeared beteeen his fingers. "No plums here, just ration bars."

"They might some behind the bar though." He observed thoughtfully. "If not I can see if I can arrange a late night fruit delivery."

"Should I go check?"

[Arsele Girard]

"Yes, you do that."

Arsele lounged back on the couch a little and waved imperiously, every bit the image of a sad spoiled princess at the moment.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Yes, my lady." He replied no sign of teasing in his voice. Rising to his feet he offered her a formal bow before making his way to the bar.

It took a bit, but eventually he returned, three plump plums in his hands. Sitting down two of them on the small table in from of the couch, he offered her the other. "They had some in the kitchen."

[Arsele Girard]

"Hm... maybe this place isn't so bad after all."

Arsele took the plum in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Rather than bite into it though, she started licking at it thoughtfully.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"It has it's perks." Zane agreed with a nod. "Good drinks, pretty ladies, not too many drunks. I kinda like it." He smirked as she started to lick the plum, watching her for a few moments.

"Is it tasty?"

[Arsele Girard]

"I don't know. It's okay... but not quite what I expecting..."

She pulls it back and frowns at it, turning it until she was looking at the cleft in it, "I wonder if it's this smooth too..."

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Her butt?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Probably."

"As for other places, maybe. Twi'lek in general are pretty soft and smooth though." He pondered for a moment. "It'd probably be closer if we tried to heat up that plum a little bit."

[Arsele Girard]

"...that's a brilliant idea. You are a very smart man Zanebbbbbbry, you know that?"

[Zanebry Varliss]

"When I'm not being a idiot." He agreed with a chuckle. "Where are you going to put it to warm it up though? I mean the bar might have some hot water?

Nonchalantly he reached for one of the other plums and moved to eat it. She didn't seem to have a need for it.

[Arsele Girard]

"Heat it up? In public? That's crazy! You're crazy. ...your place maybe?"

[Zanebry Varliss]

He had no idea how exactly she meant to heat it up, but well, it seemed like it was something lewd. Finishing his plum he nodded. "If thats what you'd like."

"Should I carry you?"

[Arsele Girard]

"No no, I walk. I mean... unless you have one of those delightful repulsor lift rickshaws they have around here."

Arsele stood up rather gracefully for someone who's breath smelled like lemon disinfectant.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Sadly no." He replied with a chuckle. Still he offered her his arm after picking up the last plum and rising to his feet.

She might be standing for now, but who knew how long that would last. "Shall we then?"