<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/thbfMv8.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Archer Reid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pleasure Heights; Money Shots Bar;<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/AskFirst,<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Relaxation, maybe more<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emma Qvigstad | Masako Sabreheim<br/><hr/><br/>"You'd be surprised! Sometimes people have too much sex it burns them out, and what else should be waiting for them but a nice, relaxing drink at a bar where ladies aren't getting thrown on tables and ridden on all sides?" Archer remarks, leaning back in his seat as Emma explained how she saw it. She was an analytic one, certainly. Maybe she was on to something... Perhaps a fee of the folks here did have a reason to be sad, but this was Pleasure Heights. No one ever really stayed sad for long here, did they?<br/><br/>"Hmhm, and therein lies the problem. I work most of the day, so the evening is usually the only time I get a chance to enjoy the full Venus City experience, but sometimes I get to leave work early, and visiting this place has been very worthwhile." He hummed, as she seemed to be teasing him with her work. It was almost like she was daring him to do something about it, how she could work<em>and</em>play and get paid for it. Calling him 'grease monkey man' was a nice touch. He moved a hand fkrwars, seemingly reaching out for her... Before moving past to take her drink hostage. "Hmm, maybe..." He remarked with a smirk, moving her drink under the table, with only the sound of unzipping revealing what it's eventual fate would be.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he took a look at her wrist while she explained... Something about one hundred eighty-seven days? "You've sworn- Ngh... You've sworn into that for half a year?" He grunted, trying not to make it look too obvious to the others, thought he didn't quite know if he pinned what Emma had implied. But this was certainly interesting, holding a conversation with her whIle possibly enriching her drink... Well, if he miscalled this, he could always get her an untainted drink again. "Me, just little more than a year... Mm..." Using her for mental imagery did certainly help, imagining that cute rump at his mercy. "Counting my time in New York and here, but here is where it really opened up. Able to enjoy what I want with no guilt, no prejudice... It feels<em>great</em>..." He hummed softly, tilting his head back a bit as he focused on his task. She would still have time to save her drink if she wanted...