I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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jor hadn't drank as much as blackjack and could tell the other was well on his way to drunkness. the male had a lot of experience with alcohol, and he wasn't a lightweight so he was more aware than blackjack as to what was going on. he saw the other male check him out and stood up in the space they were in, stretched out really nicely that caused his muscles to ripple, then sat down opposite the other, stepping slightly into the more personal space. "staring at people is rude, you do know that, right?" he murmured, voice low and deep. sultry, he might even say.

after jor's question of his card amount, blackjack drunkenly revealed he had an eighteen, and a triumphant smile spread across jor's lips. "it seems that i win then, does it not?" his hindquarters lifted slightly and he moved closer to the other. boring his gaze into blackjack's he slowly let his optics run down the length of his body and spotted a stray drop of alcohol my his lip. a claw reached up to brush it off and he licked it, savoring the taste.

#psychosocial.