<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>-<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bridgette makes a drunk decision suddenly, she throws on the seduction charm strong and swiftly.<br/><hr/>Bridgett was instantly tossed. She hadn’t been four glasses of wine drunk in some time. It was a unique consequence of her forms. When she condensed two into one, everything came together. The hunger, the mind state, the memories, the attitude toward a situation, the liquor, the nicotine, anything. All of it was absorbed. She did her best to handle herself, but her eyes were suddenly swimming in lidded shapes. It only felt right to tell him, she was drunk enough to ignore anything he had just told her for now. She could get back to it in whatever order she pleased. They were like four little floating bubbles in the air.<br/><br/><em>‘Les pouvoirs, la cuisine, les copains, les choses méchantes,’ </em>she thought in her native tongue as she explained why she was drunk<br/><br/><strong>“It is me.”</strong>It seemed abstract for her to say, so she giggled at herself, it was an odd place to start.<strong>“I had fouh’ glas’s’f wine.”</strong>Bridgette pointed to the empty glasses were Beta had been. Her accent was much thicker now with the sudden inebriation.<strong>“She went in threhough my hand.” </strong>That hand in question raised and came down on Conner’s arm. She missed him dearly, it was exciting and confusing to have him back.<br/><br/><strong>“You should kno’zht I’m veahry dhrhunk now.”</strong>She seemed to use her full lung capacity for every heavy little sentence. Her lung capacity was smaller due to her mutation, but she breathed twice as quickly. She was noticeably breathy and excited.  When she managed to open her eyes, they looked heavy and insatiable.<strong>“Um, It is me.”</strong>She started back at the beginning, choosing to speak more slowly this time, more focused, her word choice was most improved.<strong>“I am Bridgette, obviously, as you can see. I am Beta too, and when I.... Beta is Bridgette, c'est moi. Bonjour.”</strong>Her laugh was innocent and fun, new, much different than her old laughs. She wasn’t as drunk as her logic sounded, it was just how her kooky little brain worked.<strong>“I discoveherhed a’capability t’become... one body, instead’f two. It’is handy, now I rhemembeh’ za’uhza half’f my evening hereh. I rh’membeh’ sitting to youh’hrhight jez’now.”</strong><br/><br/>Then Bridgette managed to boil everything else down in a few swift motions and the shortest possible sentences she could imagine. She moved herself close to him, and got rather suggestive with a hand that she was hiding between their shoulders. She was gripping his shirt, and pulling it upward with nothing but her fingers.<strong>“No boyfriends, I am no ones, Conneherh.”</strong>She checked to see if the bartender was in earshot. She used her power without thinking and focused her emotions onto Conner, and tried to ignore the rest of the bar.<strong>“I have many new skills, I promise, we can talk about teacher things another time, Let me cook for you now, in my home. Upstaihrhs. We will be alone.”</strong>Her fingertips had found the skin of his abdomen. It felt hard underneath, she groaned.<br/><br/>The groan ended in squeak and she let her nails dig into the skin around his navel,<strong>“Beta can come out to play if you want.”</strong>Her powers were still focused, they were harder to control when she was in a solo form. Her eyes were changing against her will, glowing a bit brighter than they should have been naturally. Her hair fell over her face just perfectly enough to hide one of her eyes completely. Her lips moistened, and they looked wet. She was blushing, her neck, chest, and cheeks all together.<br/><br/>Bridgette wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. But she was certainly suggesting that the two of them go up to her room and fuck for a few hours. She hadn’t been laid in a few months, not properly at least. The stress was a factor, and a good release was called for. The coincidence was hard to ignore. She almost never came to the bar for a drink, and it just so happened to be the night of her ex-lovers return. There was too much good for anything to go badly. Bridges had a sense for the feel of a night. Her intuition was sharpened and finely tuned. This felt right, even if it was a bit of character for her to be so forward. The ball was still in his court, and she had plans for him if he did decide to go up to her bedroom.