The orc flashes a light wince as she stares at her wet bed on her way out, perhaps leaving the sheets in their current state with a dripping wet woodens shaft nailed into the wall above the pillow isn't a particularly superb idea. Regardless, she needed a drink, and chances of company were minimal, atleast so she believed. With a pouting expression she closes the door before turning to face the counter on the far side of the room, down the stairs. She coughs awkwardly before making her way down the stairs, her well shaped breasts bouncing for each step she descends.<br/><br/>She comes to halt as she stands face to face with what appeared to be a mix of orc and draenei. She tilts her head lightly before eyeing him up and down discreetly. Judging by how his eyes was fixed on her and his confident halt, it was clear to her that it was intentional. "Uh.." she starts before changing her posture, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "You're in my way, and you know what they say about getting between orcs and their drinks?" she poses the question at him with no particular lack of benevolence. She furrows her brows for a mere second as if rethinking what she just said. "Wait, it's orcs and food. Getting between orcs and their food.. Well, uhm.. You get my point, don't you?" she adds to the previousily posed question with a brief smille. "So.. Unless there's something you wanted, there's drinks to be drank" she states with a small smirk building up in the corner of her mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>