“I am afraid you have found my secret out, I actually much prefer surfing ETM’s over girls with red hood. Just don’t tel any of the other wolves or I might get kicked out of the club” As he brushed against her she returned the favour, her own body language was more than a little obvious. The dogs still ran about in the sand and still scavenged for any more scraps and leftover. Peggerty leaned over again and kissed him, after all Craig had not run screaming from the last one. This time it was a little longer and was a little more than a brush. When she drew back the irraka licked her lips. “Yes you taste far nicer than granny or red…and I will tell you I do have discerning taste.<br/><br/>Peggerty finished her tea put aside her cup and layback on the blanket, her hands behind her head. Her form was long and lead, she was certainly athletic. Her tee-shirt rose up a little and revealed slightly freckled pale flash, though it also revealed the bottom of a large knotted scar. Just as a little reminder of the more visceral side of her existence. Yet it was hard to imagine this young woman as anything but laid back and calm.<br/><br/>The irraka squinted against the sun and grinned up at the man, “Now you have me intrigued, how about you take me back to your place so I can ply you with tequila then I get to watch you dance naked, that’s certainly the kind of thing I like to keep my energy for. If you are good I might even help you with the blue paint.”<br/><br/>She did keep in mind about the couple of bar names, the fact was PEggerty was a pretty good at working behind a bar, being as social as she was, also even if the place was rough she could more than look after herself.