Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180207180745

(S9/Flame/Table) Eothred is slow to react as Evylyn's hand passes over his thigh. He blinks dully before answering, though he is clearly aroused. "Oh. Well, I, er..."

He then looks over to Evyanne as she gives her offer of accompaniment, shifting the conversation. His smile is dulled by drink, but genuine nonetheless. His hand reaches up and strokes Evylyn's cheek. "That'd be capital. This has turned out to be a...ngh...a fine evening.  A wonderful evening, with some of...nng...some of the loveliest ladies I've ever met!  I think, first..."

He downs his seventh tankard and slams it down on the table and speaks, a little more slurred than usual, "I must go relieve myself, and then we can discuss the terms. So if you'll pardon meeeOOOP---"

He stands to go to the restroom, almost immediately losing his balance and falling over. He would have if Rotha and Evylyn didn't leap up and steady him.

"Nnngh...my swim is heading..." He puts a hand to his forehead, still wobbling as the two girls prop him up.

"Yeah...it's time you got cleaned up, boss." Rotha chuckles, then looks to Despoina and Lumbre. "You two are a kick-ass pair, and it's been nice drinking with you. We gotta get this guy somewhere he won't hurt anybody.  We'll see you two later."

Rotha turns and looks at Evyanne and Evylyn, smiling and jerking her head back over her shoulder, towards the inn portion's rentable back rooms.