Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180128122302

(Hound) Aua pouts, leaning against Marcus, weaving her arm around his. She ends with her paw on his wrist, moving the limb so that she can take a swallow of his drink.

Martha slurs something incomprehensible, taking the ball and throwing it across the table...

With obviously no idea what she was doing. The ball zips over the cups, but in another show of insane luck the ball strikes Samia and Sheba's pressed together breasts and bounces directly into a cup.

The werecat giggles, stumbling a few steps to the side and bumping into the entwined Marcus and Aua. The force jams the length of the bottleneck of Marcus's drink down Aua's throat, and she goes wide eyed. She swallows twice rather than gags, but then pull the bottle to her mouth proper when she gets over her surprise. The bottle pops, and a small trail of saliva keeps Aua's lips and the bottle neck connected as her eyes haze from the large intake of alcohol, "I'm *hick* so sorry *hick* M-marcus. I didn't mean to drink that mulch."