Two words.  A pair of words responding to his apology and it was as if he was listening to siren song.  Her smile was sexy as hell, though Zuureth was under the distinct impression that that wasn’t her intent.  As alluring as the blonde woman was in every way imaginable, there was also an innocence to her.  How was that possible?  She oozed sex appeal from every pore.  And yet.  And yet.<br/><br/>Then two more words from another female voice broke his dreamlike trance, which she then followed up with what clearly sounded like a sexual invitation.  Upon turning, he recognized her as one of his playmates from the other night.  She definitely sounded like she was game for more fleshy pleasures.  Zuureth, however, tried hard to focus on the fact that if he so chose to indulge, it would be his last encounter with her.  The throbbing on the inside of his right ankle was a constant reminder of this.  What was it again that Orias had told him about having sex with a tattooed target?  Oh right, to cum first before using the pen.  He thought the best strategy was to dispose of the brunette (still didn’t know her name!) as quickly as possible.  Because really, how would he ever explain holding a fountain pen while nekkid and gettin’ busy?<br/><br/>Did the brunette’s words of sexual playtime fluster the blonde?  He did notice her blush, after all.  It was then that Zuureth thought if the latter held any interest of that nature with him.  Why else would she blush?  Before he could figure out an answer, she stumbled as she attempted to stand from her barstool.  The liquor must have hit her at the same time her legs decided not to cooperate with the simple task of standing up.  She fell onto him, apologizing almost as fast as they touched.  His heart (did he even have one?) skipped a beat or two.  She could stumble onto him anytime she felt like it, he fantasized.  It took him slightly less than two seconds to comprehend how her eyes and voice were one thing.  Her touch was something else entirely.<br/><br/>It seemed it was now her turn to apologize, not once but twice, though Zuureth didn’t believe it was all that necessary.  People stumbled into each other all the time, especially in a bar where the alcohol flowed like raging rapids.  All of that was quickly cast aside as soon as she breathed, “Abiteth.”  The demon glanced down to where she had just been staring.  Dammit!  His shirt was slightly open, probably when the blonde had toppled onto him.  Of course, he could see the tattoos.  Could she?  Did she actually read a name from his body?  Why would she say a name that most, if not all, of his kind knew?<br/><br/>While these questions raged for his proper attention, the brunette was becoming more and more impatient by the second.  She had already emitted a couple of sighs, the second one more pronounced than the first.  Ignoring her for the time being, Zuureth’s focus remained on the blonde, who thought it best to apologize to the brunette.  She scoffed at the attempt, apparently not buying any of it.  “No need to apologize, miss,” he said soothingly (he hoped).  “It happens all the time.”  He wasn’t about to question her about that name, not here and not now anyway.<br/><br/>One innocent step back and the blonde staggered again, this time landing on her shapely bottom.  “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” the brunette hissed.  “Are you actually falling for this crap?!  C’mon, she’s a fucking bimbo who obviously can’t hold her liquor.”  The demon glared at her in response, at about the same time he noticed tears filling the blonde’s eyes.  Already humiliated by her fall, the brunette’s insults were of no help whatsoever.<br/><br/>Not wishing to lose the brunette due to his brief dalliance with the blonde, Zuureth realized he needed to act fast.  There was no time to seek her approval, so he simply took both her hands in his and gradually raised her to her feet.  Satisfied that she had regained her balance, the demon then guided her back to her empty stool.  “There, all better now,” he stated with a smile, hoping the blonde was on her way to regaining some dignity.<br/><br/>Turning toward the brunette, she faced him with a sour expression and both hands on her hips.  As pissed as she appeared to be, she still radiated sex appeal.  Good thing she was still horny, too.  “Are you done?  Can we go fuck now?  Or would you rather do her instead?” she bitingly asked.  Minus detection from the brunette, Zuureth winked at the blonde, pleased that she seemed settled once again on her barstool.