<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/>“Hmm… think so?” Alex commented, pouring another sip in his mouth and tasting it carefully this time. “It isn’t so bad if you don’t think about it. I usually just drink what I can get my hands on.” He clinked her glass again as he moved closer, grinning as he peered into her eyes. “So… Did you bone Frankie yet?” He grinned, or smirked, probably the latter. He held his eyes with her own, searching ever reaction she would offer or release involuntarily.<br/><br/>Behind them the bar was getting more crowded. A few larger men were dragging a fresh corpse outside. The three daggers sticking out of his back were crude, probably designed to break in halve when imbedded in a human flesh. Besides the dead body a few fights were going strong, mostly men punching other men in the face, although a few females were doing their part as well. It was a homely setting, plenty of entertainment and the beer was cheap.<br/><br/>He fingered the zipper on her uniform, pulling it an inch up and down again, toying with it over and over again. He wasn’t really concerned with showing more and less skin, so why should she? He grinned and stepped around her, letting his back rest against the wall, hiding his figure somewhat in the darkness. He pulled her a few inches closer to him, finger resting on the zipper, slowly sliding it an inch downwards. “So.” He hummed at her, finger pressing it down another inch. She had her back to the rest of the bar, so he alone would see the exposed skin. “Have you.” Another inch it crept downwards, the tip of his finger making a playful path over her skin, teasing it. “Done it.” It slid another inch as he crept closer placing his lips nearly on her left ear. “In public?” He purred, flicking a single digit over the sensitive spot that would no doubt sent a spike of pleasure through her spine.<br/><br/>He then moved a bit backwards, face the picture of innocence, yet his whole posture simply oozed perversion.<br/>