06-28-2018, 02:52 AM
He's pleased with his speed, obliviously thinking he's in first for a split moment until he notices the shadow that's cast over him. Glancing up, he clenches his jaw at the sight of Roxanne gliding over him, though he quickly flashes a grin. He was a sore loser, but he wasn't about to let it show. He could accept when he was beaten, even if he didn't like it. As a last ditch attempt, he quickens his pace as much as he can muster, but fails at catching up with her. Even so, he doesn't want to keep her waiting.
The panther eventually reaches the tavern after her, chest heaving with heavy breaths. "Hey, can't keep the lady waiting, can I?" As she enters, he follows, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't take a peek at her figure while she wasn't looking. He wasn't exactly a prince charming. The room was already overrun with the voices of other crew-mates, laughing over drinks and food. He always enjoyed the atmosphere, especially when it was slightly rowdy. He joins her at the bar and quirks an invisible brow at the smaller feline's eye fluttering, but he isn't too concerned, as he's sure he's gotten her wrapped around his paw. Hopefully. As the drinks are delivered, he quickly takes one and downs it in a few gulps, then requests another.
He glances around behind his shades, observing the crowd. His eyes catch a few other females and a faint smirk tugs at the edges of his lips. At least he'd have other targets after this one. It'd be a shame if he came to a stand-still. His attention's returned when another glass is set down on the bar surface, quickly grabbed up in his paw and drowned down. "Let's have a drinking contest, eh? The first one to get shit-faced loses,"
"SPEECH"
The panther eventually reaches the tavern after her, chest heaving with heavy breaths. "Hey, can't keep the lady waiting, can I?" As she enters, he follows, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't take a peek at her figure while she wasn't looking. He wasn't exactly a prince charming. The room was already overrun with the voices of other crew-mates, laughing over drinks and food. He always enjoyed the atmosphere, especially when it was slightly rowdy. He joins her at the bar and quirks an invisible brow at the smaller feline's eye fluttering, but he isn't too concerned, as he's sure he's gotten her wrapped around his paw. Hopefully. As the drinks are delivered, he quickly takes one and downs it in a few gulps, then requests another.
He glances around behind his shades, observing the crowd. His eyes catch a few other females and a faint smirk tugs at the edges of his lips. At least he'd have other targets after this one. It'd be a shame if he came to a stand-still. His attention's returned when another glass is set down on the bar surface, quickly grabbed up in his paw and drowned down. "Let's have a drinking contest, eh? The first one to get shit-faced loses,"
"SPEECH"