<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gil Button (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295336.msg14477023#msg14477023)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>25th of Duscar (December), Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emon, Central District, the Light-Heart Tavern, Brothel, and Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kerrison; Eran; anyone at all<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Flustered in the Light-Heart Tavern.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP: 36, AC 17, PP 15<br/><strong>INITIATIVE:</strong>15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126468)<br/><hr/><br/>It was unusual for an employee of Alana's to take such an interest in Gil; "scruffy" indeed. It put Gil on the spot and he wasn't quite sure what to do about it.<strong>"Well-met, Kerrison, uh... How, how are you... liking it so far..."</strong>Gil intended it to be a question, but it sort of trailed off lamely since Gil realized that either the harlot-boy loved his work, or would lie about loving it. Gil was getting the feeling that it might be the latter, as his freckled cheeks warmed.<strong>"Yeah, I mean, it might be. Kind of enjoying the company already..."</strong>he flashed a small smile to the tiefling. The attention was awkward, but still, a little flattering.<br/><br/>Gil's bright eyes watched the young man eat the fruit, and for some reason, his heart started to flump around a bit.<strong>"Well, what I saw was pretty impressive, and it's never bad to have, uh, secondary income,"</strong>Gil noted. There was a slight smirk at the mention of physical labor, but as Kerri began listing services and prices, that heart-flumping began anew. Gil's thoughts raced to the idea of Kerri's hands, his tongue, his... Gil's eyes trailed down to the lap of the tiefling's silky pantaloons, and quickly lifted the cup of small beer for a swallow, his cheeks now feeling red-hot, and somehow even warmer between his thighs. Only after a moment did Gil seem to realize he was staring, and pulled his eyes away. Yanked, more like.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, well, uhm, uh..."</strong>He swallowed, a nervous, embarrassed grin forming.<strong>"That, uh... I..."</strong>his voice was high, almost girlish, probably from the nervousness. He cleared his throat and managed to regain his normal tone,<strong>"It's not even midday... I have... To... do... stuff! Yes, stuff, and things, and..."</strong>he took a quick gulp of air. The Tiefling's lip-lick seemed to do the trick, and Gil leaned a little closer, speaking quietly.<strong>"I... I wouldn't mind a night of... of company. Later."</strong>So saying, the coins he had swept from Alana were pressed into Kerri's hand, Gil's palm hot behind the cold metal.<strong>"So long as you can promise some, uh... discretion..."</strong>Gil glanced about the tavern, as if worried someone might find something out, then looked back to Kerri, chewing one of his plump lips. Gil nodded then, and leaned away, taking a steadying breath, as if his mind<em>weren't</em>running the races of erotic ideas.<br/><br/>That concluded (perhaps,) Gil would turn towards Eran, offering the other halfling a smile.<strong>"New in town? I'm Gil Button, Alana here,"</strong>gesturing to the lady behind the counter,<strong>"sometimes lets me chuck mugs at people's heads."</strong>Gil's face was still flushed, breath a little quick, and clearly... distracted.