[ Considering how rowdy the patrons in Limsa can be, Ceri's behaving herself remarkably well! Not even one fistfight in the last hour.
But then again she's not a belligerent drunk - she's taken to draping an arm around her nearest barstool neighbour (all comrade-like) to pester them about the nitty gritty of their life. Consider it a form of aggressive hospitality. She perks up at the sound of Khamu'wo's dulcet tones however, glancing over her shoulder where she's got a reasonably handsome Hyur lad cornered. ]
Aw, c'mon. Me and my pal here - [ "Pal". She's probably angling to bed him, in all honesty... ] - were just having a lil' banter! All calm-like, no fuss.
Khamu'wooooooo. It's been a long, hard day. Have a little pity?
[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her victim new friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily. A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
[ GODSDAMN what's a girl gotta do to score in this desert hell, huh????? Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]
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But then again she's not a belligerent drunk - she's taken to draping an arm around her nearest barstool neighbour (all comrade-like) to pester them about the nitty gritty of their life. Consider it a form of aggressive hospitality.
She perks up at the sound of Khamu'wo's dulcet tones however, glancing over her shoulder where she's got a reasonably handsome Hyur lad cornered. ]
Aw, c'mon. Me and my pal here - [ "Pal". She's probably angling to bed him, in all honesty... ] - were just having a lil' banter! All calm-like, no fuss.
[ COME ON MOM, DON'T BE A COCKBLOCKER. ]
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I find that hard to believe.
[He pats her arm, as if that would get her to un-arm the man.]
I have much to do, so the less we spend arguing over whether or not you can stay here, the better. The answer will not change.
[Does mama cat need to grab you by the scruff?!?!?]
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[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her
victimnew friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily.A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
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[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
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Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]