<div class="floatright"><strong>Evelune (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=706601)</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Marisa_snowy_small.png)</div><br/>Mabli and the bard - who was probably one of the okay ones - seemed to have their own business to attend to, which left Evelune free to enjoy the others' attention, and to nearly monopolize the alcohol. She took a long drink of what she had gotten and sidled her chair up to the redhead.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey," she was having trouble focusing on her new companion, "this is crazy but, I bet that common room's empty, why don't you and me, we should talk about this some more where there's not so much attention."<br/><br/>She tucked an arm under the redhead's leg and across her back as though to lift and carry her - a really ill-advised idea as she reddened and huffed under the strain, giving it a righteous try before collapsing back to her chair. Evelune had many skills, but having even close to the upper body strength necessary for manage something like that wasn't one of them. "Freya's tits," she said, "are you carrying bricks or something? Hey elf-guy," she said to Iorthir, "instead of raiding everything, want to help me sweep a girl off her feet?"