No matter how drunken Chandra wanted to get, her hard-trained survival instincts kept her from raising the glass back on her lips. As she stared at the still surface of the clear liquid, her mind forced her to think of less harmful ways of spending the evening. She thought of the cute herbalist who she could easily be in bed with by now, had she been fine with taking advantage of the girl’s feelings. Then she looked around the room where people were now sitting quietly by their tables, and noticed the troll eyeing at her—more than she’d have expected. If the blue-skinned man had something on his mind, he’d have to work a bit harder on it; Chandra had never really socialized with trolls, and did certainly not make any effort towards doing so. It wasn’t that she disliked them, but rather that she wasn’t too interested in finding out if she liked them either.<br/><br/>The draenei who Shu’tat was with, on the other hand, Chandra could easily imagine to have fun with. She had met many during her stay in Stormwind, and was never able to resist touching the thin, soft tendrils around their necks at some point, usually ending up in some blushing or yelling, but sometimes in a sweet, sensual experience. After shamelessly admiring the woman’s beautiful curves and the intriguing shape of her enormous breasts from the distance, Chandra turned back to staring at the boring drink, and wondered if she should just leave and get some rest instead of wasting her time in the dull atmosphere of the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>