"Heya, cutie~!"<br/><br/>Jerking his silver head up from his barside-doze, Gula looked to the source of the voice; an obviously smashed club-hopper. "Hello, Beautiful. Need a drink?"<span style="font-style: italic">Obviously not, you drunken little tart,</span>Gula smiled sweetly as his mind growled in amusement. Giggling, the Intoxicated Femme squealed at him, "Nuh-uh, I'm like--I'm like,<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>smashed..." Gula feigned shock, "Oh, yeah? You hold your liquor well...."<br/><br/>Leaning into him, Booze Betty mewled, "You should like... take me to your place."<span style="font-style: italic">Doesn't beat around the bush, does she?</span>Gula mused, his lips ticking upward. "Sure thing, Lovely," he nodded, sliding off his barstool and leading Lady Liquor out of the door into the choked air outside, holding her around the waist like a lover. As they played Cop a Drunk Feel, Miss Martini stuttered at him, "S-so like... Where do you--Where do you live?" Smoothly, Gula directed her eager form into the shadowed-belly of an alley, "Right here, Gorgeous."<br/><br/>Catching onto his hints, Tina Tequila shrugged up against the alley wall, pulling him to her to drunkenly paw and kiss at him. Accepting her speedy advances, Gula smashed himself to her tiny frame, arms about her waist as she violated her mouth, unknowingly feeding into Gula's<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>appetite. But as her alcohol-tart tongue invaded his mouth, Gula's stomach rose it's ugly head and growled. Easily succumbing to his belly's demands, Gula bit down. Delighting in the soft pop with which her tongue tore away and the iron tang filled behind his lips, Gula moaned. Even as she screamed into him and beat at him, Gula held her tight and kissed her with his teeth; first her soft, cherry-lip glossed smeared lips, her tear-streaked cheeks, then...<br/><br/>Gula showered her body with his Loving Kisses--after all, his stomach<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>adore her sweetness, even when it's tweaked with alcohol--as his Drunken Princess's screams died into a bubbling groan that subsided to her going limp and sliding to the ground. After he finished with her, Gula sat back on his heels with lidded eyes. Standing, he licked his bloodied fingers and barely restraining eating a digit or two. "That's too bad, Honey. I would have called you," Gula clicked his tongue and kicked her bloodied shoes away before whiping his mouth clean and stepping out into the smog-smothered light of the street and started walking.<br/><br/>As his pocket vibrated violently, Gula stopped; he had a new message. Pulling his phone out and opening the text, Gluttony-Incarnate grinned. His Temporary Other Half apparently was wanting to feed the hunger the Wasted Wonder re-awakened before he took to his stomach's demands. Gula pocketed his phone as his attention was stolen by a small group of fairly<span style="font-style: italic">large</span>men. Quickly approaching, Gula called a quick hello to get their attention. "Hey, you guys look familiar... Do any of you by chance know a Malcom Fischer?"<br/><br/>Gula smiled politely as he recieved "No"s all around. "Sorry, my bad. Listen! Have a free meal--" at this, Gula patted each of their shoulders, delighting in the jolt of their minds as his power ran through them, "--On me. See ya!" Gula high-stepped away, sliding into a nearby Thrift Shop to watch the group stare at eachother's big, meaty faces in silence before rushing together as One Being into a blubbery pile of thrashing limbs and ripping teeth as they tried to eat eachother.<br/>Gluttony pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number of his For-Now Love and cooed to the eager ear on the other end, above the war-cries of those trying to eat before being eaten and the shrieks of unsuccessful patrons trying to pull them apart,<br/><br/>"Be there soon. I hope you're as hungry as I am, Gorgeous."