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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Scoundrel's soft exhale is a sigh, watching as the Night Elf is manhandled up onto a table.  Well, she lost.  For a second, she pays no mind to the absolutely mammoth Draenei behind her.  One slim finger scratches at an old scar on her right cheek, brow furrowing in thought before she finally turns back to the much larger companion.  Both hands plant on slim hips, the bangle of her belt clinking as she stares up into his face.  "Interruptions!  Everywhere."  One finger pokes him hard in the chest, which for her probably harms her finger more than the mass of muscles in his abdomen.<br/>
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She winces, shaking out her hand with pursed lips.  "A'ight, Handsome.  Poor timin' an' all.  Y'want a drink?"  She plops down on a stool, waving over two cups.  "Scoundrel.  No, it's not my real name.  M'parents weren't that bloody cruel."  She reaches into her pocket, throwing down a few coins that clatter on the countertop and reaches over to take the mug in one hand.  She lifts it to her lips, eyeing the second man out of the corner of her eye.  "Y'smugglin' a club in your pants?"  Either she's an excellent poker face, or she hasn't seen a piece of 'equipment' that large before.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Quixl'mesh watched with passive interest at the human male and the night elf wench continue their little affair, not even noticing them at first as a smirk appeared on his face seeing the human became visibly perturbed at the sudden appearance of the hulking Draenei. He was slightly hoping the human male would let his frustration get the best of him and go in for a swing towards the warrior Draenei, more than happy to get one more good fight in at what appeared a decent fighter in his own right. But alas, it appeared he took the easy way out and went for the more than willing night elf girl, not that he could truly blame him. Pussy is pussy after all. They were now in the midst of their own sensual dance leaving the Draenei with the human female who had summoned him in the first place.<br/><br/>Feeling her poke him in the chest brought his attention back to her, a half formed smile framing the corner of his lips when he noticed the visible disappointment in her disposition a second ago and wondered if it was worth the effort to even come over. He nods when she offers a drink, keeping his own poker face in check as her eyes roamed over his well muscled body. Taking a good swig of it and letting the effects of the ale wash over his senses, he replies back to her in kind with barely a slur noticeable in his speech. "A club? More like a huge tree trunk. It's where I grow my  big ripe and fertile fruits to sell to the vendors lucky enough to grab them in time." He was really getting drunk now, saying whatever asinine thing came to mind and gulping down the rest of his ale with barely an effort. In his own drunken state, he had not even noticed the visible bulge still readily apparent at the front of his pants, showcasing a long and hugely thick log of meat in desperate need of attention as it visibly pulsed even beneath the fabric of his pants, two equally huge grapefruit sized testicles complimenting the outline.<br/><br/>Chucking the mug aside as its contents emptied out completely, he spoke once more, not even hinting at how intoxicated he truly was. "I do apologize if I'm somehow your consolation prize....'Scoundrel', was it?", he says in a certain mocking tone. He shifts his body around to make himself more relaxed in his seat, his arousal even more apparent as he splayed himself about, lounging languidly in his seating with his lap completely open, looking quite inviting for anyone daring enough. The huge Draenei waves the bartender back over, ready for more drinking and merriment as the night continued on. "How on Azeroth does a cute little pinkskin like you get a name like 'Scoundrel'? You must have quite the reputation...", he looks back to her, a rather salacious grin on his face coupled with a predatory look to his feral eyes, a look not at all common amongst his race hinting at a rather interesting family background.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>