<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>"Actually, I wanted to hear more than that." Pausing to take another drink, Amber's grin crept back out again, stretching the scar at her lip tight. "But gauging by the sudden flush of whore red that's dusted your pretty cheeks, sweet Anna, something tells me that won't happen without you being good and properly drunk as well." Without meaning to, Amber burst out laughing. Tilting up her glass up, she swallowed with a shake of her head, her wet hair swaying rigidly in clinging clumps along her neck. Shifting again, Amber began the smooth unfolding and refolding of her lips as she took to leaning with one elbow, hips perfectly lateral, her glass hand high as she gestured lazily to the starry sky that trailed through the tall, tall pines. Like the water, the sky too followed a winding path- at least that's how it'd look from their vantage point.<br/><br/>"Safe would be up there, but here's not bad in the mean time." Running her bottom lip over and down her upper lip, Amber sniffed lightly, her nose tickled by the lingering smell of blood that perfumed the airflow the river brought them. That was another reason behind her inviting Anna to their current retreat; it was an excellent base where they were always downwind and the scent of whatever came their way would be well known before the sound. Nose twitching, Amber turned just in time to receive the full blast of Anna's big, amiable eyes she snorted.<br/><br/>"Tasty as I'm sure you'd be, I'm not one to just haul off and rip the whole wrapper from my candy all at once." Reaching over she set her glass, which was once again empty, onto the wine barrel, but not without it's wet belly clinking noisily at the pendant hanging from her neck. Eyes lidded, Amber let out a throaty chuckle as she leaned in close and moved her mouth and nose to hovering near Anna's temple.<br/><br/>"What kind of candy would you be if you could imagine yourself being one?" Her tone had softened to one more appropriate for the level of closeness she'd assumed. And while there was nothing overtly suggestive in the timbre, there was most definitely a certain sensual quality in the direction the conversation was taking.