The little halfling blinks a bit.  "What a great idea!"  Suddenly, she drops her tray with a clatter, and runs over to the nearer drow male, jumping up in the surprised male elf's lap.  "Kiss me, big boy!" she shouts, and then she lays one on the flabbergasted drow, kissing him long and deeply.<br/><br/>The other drow nearly stands up and starts to grab the halfling, but the woman waves him off, then looks over at you for a moment. [She makes her spellcraft roll at 31, which is enough to figure out what you did (I think she needed a 18.)  Say, do you care about my rolls, or can I just say if I made them or not? ]<br/><br/>The drow woman shakes her head, slowly, still looking at you.  "Childish, kitty cat," she says coldly, just loud enough for you to hear it..<br/><br/>"Take me, tall, dark, and handsome!  Upstairs!"  The halfling has her arms around the drow's neck, not willing to be pulled off, which is exactly what the man is trying to do.<br/><br/>The orcs begin to laugh, uproariously, while the woman with the canine just rolls her eyes.  The hunched over ogre looks nervously at the events, then returns to his mug.