Oni downs his mead in steady gulps, a gloomy expression beginning to play at his face. The curse of being an extrovert; Mr. Primadonna needs constant attention to feel satisfied. Can anybody save this Tauren from a night of boozing self-pity?<br/><br/>However, Oni spots a potential savior walk into the tavern with all the graces of a nervous foreigner: Nathres. And he's quite a pretty one, at that, though Oni hasn't gotten a look at him from behind yet.<b>"Perfect. Just perfect,"</b>murmurs Oni under his breath. He's always found Sin'Dorei men to be quite fascinating. Any species where males and females are virtually indistinguishable from each other has to be full of surprises. Flicking his long brown hair back, the seven foot tall engineer rises from his stool mug in hand, and artfully stomps his way over to Nath's table.<br/><br/><b>"Hey there, elf friend," </b>says the friendly Tauren, a smile cleaving his muzzle open. Complementing Nath's immaculate appearance, Oni announces his vanity with an array of clean, white teeth.<b>"You look like you're new here. What do you think of the place? It's something else, ain't it?"</b>Hovering over the Sin'dorei like a lean, furry obelisk, Oni fans his large arms at the chair beside Nath.<b>"You wouldn't mind if I sit next to you, right? I promise not to take up too much room."</b><br/><br/>The bulge in Nath's dark pants isn't lost on Oni. Oni's yellow eyes picked up on the effeminate elf's arousal - willing or not - from his vantage point at the bar. Chuckling to himself, Oni would've approached the elf even if he didn't look excited, but the tent certainly isn't a discouraging factor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>