[ AW ] my bad habits lead to you

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I'm starvin darlin'

The night wore on long past the civil hours. No respectable folk had business out at this hour, most tucked into their beds completely oblivious to the nightlife. Melinoe was not… In fact, she knew the night folk quite well; Thieves, drunkards, prostitutes. She was very partial to the latter. That’s not what she was out for tonight, at least not yet.
By now she’d had her share of berries and fermented honey. After a few rounds, she was feeling it and decided to take her chances. Her steps were uneven and heavy as she approached a pretty face at the counter. “Htheyy there darlin’. “ She slurred, “Hows bout I buy ya a drink? No catch, just a token of my appreciation—” She sniffed and wedged into the seat across from them. “—for brightening my night with your visage.” Melinoe fixed them up with a smile that probably wasn’t as charming as she thought it was.

let me put my lips to somethin'...

Digby isn't one to mind his own business. He loves to stick his snout down avenues where it doesn't belong. The narrower, the better. So, when he raises his gray head from the glass he laps out of, it's only natural for Digby's ears to perk up at the sound of someone talking.

The words are slurred, coming out of the mouth of an extra-large woman with a neat scar around her blue eye. A ripped ear gives a wolf the impression that she's not one to really fuck with, but not to Digby.

He heaves his weight against the damp counter, watching the patron and the prostitute speak to one another before he speaks his two cents to none in particular.

"What'a cheesy lil' pick up line." Digby speaks under his breath, "Think maybe I could do better."

His words, equally slurred to that of the stranger, are said a bit louder than he anticipated.

I'm starvin darlin'

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Before any drinks were bought a voice called over her shoulder. She cocked her head up at him and soaked in the absolute audacity of the bastard. Her voice took a pitch as she addressed him, slurring her words together. “Whooooo the fuck?” Melinoe looks him up and down and sniffs sharply. “Says the fella that looks and smells like a dusty fart." She leans across the table like she might grab him and then nods expectantly. “Sshhalright then Casanova. Let's hear it.” Anyone who talked shit should be able to back it up.

let me put my lips to somethin'...

Oh, shit. His voice seemed to reverberate across the bar, landing right on the ears of the woman that he spoke unkindly of. Digby, in his futile attempt to shit talk, sinks into his chair a bit, eyes widening into a bug-look as the massive lass leans across the table toward him.

The tips of his ears shake with the help of anxiousness and alcohol as Digby leans back, trying to maintain the distance that kept him at a safe bay. Until she challenges him.
He stares blankly for a good few seconds or so, brown eyes clearly having no thought behind them until he re-processes her words.

Digby jolts back into the moment, a frown on his lips, "I do not look and smell like a dusty fart. What a childish insult!"

Yet, it got to him, because he was burning up like a fire was right beneath his paws. His ears shallowly pressed against his head as he exchanged glances with the prositute, only to find no words coming naturally to him.

"Alright, I'm sorry." Digby lets out an exasperated sigh as he sheepishly glances back to the tough stranger, "Let me buy you a drink."

I'm starvin darlin'

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Even with half the room at a constant tilt, she could see the exact moment he knew he'd fucked up. It was so tragic that she actually felt bad putting him on the spot. Oy but why the hell was she feeling bad anyway? He started it!
He was a defensive little bugger too, clearly not a sailor or a seasoned mercenary, those with thicker skin. “Relaaax mate.” She sighs loudly and waves it off. “I ain’t gonna bite yer head off. I know I look it with this messed up mug of mine'” She eases back into her seat. At the prospect of a free drink, she instantly perks up. “Only meant half of it y'know. You're a handsome lad and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” A half-assed attempt at an apology given, Mel still jumps at the opportunity and waves a server down. “Mead. He’s payin’.”

let me put my lips to somethin'...

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ola sat perched on a barstool, her calculating gaze fixed on a couple at a distant corner of the dimly lit tavern. Her eyes, like shards of quartz, studied their interations, dissecting every whispered word and exchanged glance. They were just another pair of unsuspecting souls ensnared by the intoxicating dance of attention.

It was quite pathetic, really, but made for quite a show.

A sly smile played at the corners of her lips, her mind a whirlwind of possibilities. She had been observing them for long enough, and the evening's potential for chaos had finally piqued her interest. With a subtle flick of her black-tipped tail, she rose from her seat, her tall, lithe form weaving through the bar's labyrinthine tables.

As she reached their table, Iola leaned in with a disarming smile, her voice honeyed with charm and mischief. "Mind if I join you two for a drink?" Her words were not a request but a subtle demand, her eyes holding an unsettling gleam. She didn't wait for a response before pulling out an empty chair, leaving little room for refusal. "Surprise me." She chirped to the bartender with a grin.

@Melinoe @Digby

Digby visibly relaxes, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips when the woman compliments him. The rust-tinted lad would never accept a compliment without extending one of his own, and he's about to lay it on this chick before there's a soft interruption.

The first thing Digby notices about this wolf is her purple eyes against her dark masked face, requesting to join them. Except, she just plops herself down into a seat beside them, and who is Digby to reject the presence of two beautiful wolves?

He feels his ego inflate, subtly sliding his coins to the bartender with a soft wink. Both of these ladies' tabs would be on him tonight.

"I'm Digby. Digby Dancey." He introduces himself to both of them, leaning back with a gentle grin.

The drinks arrive just a few seconds later, and he slides his tankard toward his chest to draw in a generous amount of mead. Foam coats the ends of his lips when he lifts his head back up.
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@Iola @Melinoe