To say Felicity was in a good mood was something of an understatement. Then again, ANY time she had a full tankard of fine spirits (or, as others had quickly worked out, ANYTHING alcoholic), she generally had a rather peachy disposition. She'd gotten drinking down to a fine art, and it was almost magical how ably she tip-toed the line between 'can still think, mostly' and 'completely sloshed'. She'd been dancing across that line ever since the little get-together had started, and it looked like she'd be playing with proverbial fire as long as there was still a wench in the joint willing to pour her something else to drink, quality-and-taste-be-damned.<br/><br/>With her uplifted mood came another habit of hers - getting grabby. The taverngirl, as usual, had an uncanny knack for evading the various little tush-pinches and rump-slaps aimed her way, but that does not seem to prevent the large, tipsy catgirl from enjoying the attempt all the same. In fact, it had only seemed to further spur her onwards, and pretty soon ANYONE who just happened to be walking by became a target. A rather surprised old swashbuckler, likely well into his later years, had earned a 'pinch' to his front as he strolled by, and though Felicity had not followed up on it, it had certainly put a little 'perk' in his step. It seemed she cared little for race, gender or creed - anything that looked enticing at the time, she grabbed at, and at least half of the time, managed to get a good feel. It seemed to bring her no end of amusement and joy, and more often than not she broke out into laughter as soon as the surprised, offended, or intruigued 'victim' went about their merry way. Once, she'd even grabbed her own rump, rather coquettishly proclaiming herself to be a 'bold individual with delightfully delicate hands'.<br/><br/>Yes. She'd certainly been teetering on that line to complete drunkeness for far, far too long...but at least it made her mood amiable.<br/><br/>"So...I says...I says..." For a girl bordering on eight feet tall, her voice carried with it a surprisingly alluring, feminine quality, though with just enough of a fire behind it to be 'strong' as well "...What's a horny pirate's worst nightmare, yeah? He looked dumbfounded, yah? So, I just bided me time, waiting on him to try an figure it out, an he just gets more an' more perplexed! So, I says to him again...AHAHAHA....oh, and this is right a'fore I kicked him off his own SHIP!!! HAHAHAAH!!! Okay, okay, sos I said 'What's a horny pirate's worst nightmare!', and he doesn't know, so I says 'A sunken chest with no booty!'...gets it? So, then I kick him off the ship and STEAL IT! AHAHAHAHA!!!!....Eh, y'know, come to think of it, I shoulda said somethin' a bit more intimidating." Her cheeks had a sort of rosey quality to them, evident even beneath the gentle tan that covered her soft skin "Than a joke, I mean. Oh well, it was kinda in the moment, yah? I'll think of somethin' better next time."<br/><br/>Gazing down into her mug, she heaved a heavy sigh as the bottom flashed itself a few times amidst the dark brown liquid "Eech, gonna drink up all my coin just waitin' on...er, whasser...um...Bella. Yeah, her." Bringing the mug up against her lips, Felicity tilted her head back and drained it's remains in a single long swallow. With a satisfied smack of her lips, she slammed the mug back down onto the table, her eyes flitting about the table and it's other occupants, old acquaintances of hers, and really about the only lot she half-trusted in this place "So, whatcha think these goodies she's bringing us is, eh? I BET...she's got another job lined up, yeah? A little filchin' needing to be done, an' who better to call than the lot of us, eh? Girl owes me a drink, too." Gazing down into her now-empty mug with a sullen expression, she clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in disappointment "...I'm really gonna have to collect that from her soon." Once more shifting her attention away from the mug to her 'friends' at the table, she props her arms up on it and leans forward, resting her chin in her hands "So, whatcha think? Information on a job? Some shiny baubles? Someone who's head needs thumpin'?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>[[Gosh, I feel like such an idiot writing this intro...but my word, it was fun to write. x3 Not exactly long or in depth, but...well, to get us started! ^_^ Also, nice to be playing with all of you! I've sent a poke to all of you to see about deciding previous history and such! ]]