'Bit'o drink an' bit'o compani is wha'ta came in'fer. T'ought I'd treet mi'self afta' ah 'ard day grind. Bi di'luks a t'ings joo may na'be 'ere fer fun bu'tya lil'friend seems te'hav od'er plans!' She giggled again and drank some more, whatever she was drinking smelt both alcoholic and fruity. With her eyes rolled away over her glass her free hand patted his muscular thigh, ever so close to his bulge.<br/>'T'is flatterin' realli. Dou'ja gutta werk fo' Ji'ji abit mo'. Ge'mi a'noder drink, if'a like eet mebbe dat swo'd'o'yers could fin'da sheath 'til'ja a'mor gets 'ere, or mebbe sev'ral!' She grinned toothily and fluttered her eyelashes, tipping her glass upside down to show how empty it really was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>