⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► Hannibal was a tough drinker. Give him a bottle of your finest whiskey and he’d drink it all in a second. He’s been around for 1500 years too long to not know how to take his liquor—-
But he’d be damned if this whiskey wasn’t strong.
"Really?“ He smiled, pearly white fangs hanging out from the corners of his mouth. His fingers tapped at an empty glass, a minor break in their game as he noted the other getting…woozy. "I must say, you ain’t too bad lookin’ yerself, lil’ rabbit.”
Of course, that could have been the booze talking. His senses were much less acute now in comparison, and he could already feel his tongue going numb from all those drinks. Thumb circling the outer rim of one of the glasses, he licked at his teeth, smiling.
“I was just in the neighborhood lookin’ fer somethin’ t’ do…aha. S’pose it was lucky I rolled on into here…”
Setting down the shot glass, she then leaned over the counter and let her lips linger against his cheek, before taking his hand and then walked around the counter and over to him, which was no task in itself. Pulling him out of the stool, before tugging him towards her room.
While on the way there, reaching out she grabbed another bottle with the free hand and took the cap into her mouth and twisted it off. Spitting the cap towards a benched seat before brushing the door open with her boot and pulling him in after her. Giggling before taking a large swig of the drink, before handing the bottle over to him. Taking it upon herself to flop her body across her bed.
❝So, you’re lucky huh? If I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you were the rabbit. ❞