<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Blue Iguana</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Du'an</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">~ &gt;</span><br/><br/>Edgar scanned the tavern’s growing patrons for someone small — or at least smaller than most — who might suit his needs; there were quite a few tall or burly men, thus he found it near impossible to see much other than their surrounding bulk.  He was a bit overwhelmed as his brain attempted to differentiate between colors and shapes, everything largely blurring together under the haze that only seemed to thicken in the densely-packed room.  He was beginning to forget his reason for returning, the music and chatter making him fluctuate between desperately wanting to leave, and just as desperately wanting to dance.<br/><br/>His character was faltering, sliding from his conscious grasp, and he hardly realized it.  The alcohol made his normally carefully composed expression twist and pinch as he attempted to focus, to remember why he returned; wow, was he drunk?  Oh, that’s right.  That bastar--<br/><br/>He might’ve missed the snapping if his ears hadn’t decided to sharpen their sense so suddenly.  He startled and turned toward the sound, staring at the short man for a few moments before things began to click together.<br/><br/><em>Short</em>man.<br/><br/>His perfect plan.<br/><br/>He smiled alluringly, tilting his face downward to make looking through his eyelashes a bit easier, and stepped over.  Each quiet clack of his heels against the wood floor was slow, and he was sure to sway his hips and use every ounce of body language he could muster.  When he approached his target, he looked the man over, tongue glazing his lips slightly to express a false attraction; one hand toyed with a strand of fallen hair and the other soft, delicate hand held his dress up just a bit, pulling it closer to the curve of his hips to accentuate his lovely figure.  The two were about the same height, and Edgar was glad for that; such forward, drunken attempts at seduction might be a bit overwhelming for someone he was too much taller than.<br/><br/>“I doubt you’ll find much more’n thick grog and old ale, ‘ere…” he cast his gaze over the man’s form a second time, taking a careful step closer.  He bent slightly at the waist, angling his body gracefully to whisper at the man’s ear; he kept some distance, but he was sure to let the bend of his neck be in perfect range for tempting a kiss — or even a bite — to it.  “… Tha’ is, if you ain’t lookin’ for the somethin’ a bit warmer…”<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">&lt; ~</span>                             </div>