At 2016-07-19 12:20:30, Ayca (uid: 56500) rolls: 2d6 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90632)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>A little burst of laughter comes from Ayca and she quickly grabs onto her shirt, pulling it in order to hide one breast in a motion that very quickly reveals the other, "Shtoppit, shtoppit, no you can't!"  Then another laugh comes from her as she is poked at, the bartender's cheeks and chest absolutely flushed from the fast acting alchemical alcohol.  She begins to grasp around on the table trying to get a handhold on something to help herself stay up, pushing on Narkax's face as he attempts to drink, but not throwing off the draconian.  Seems he's all focused now.<br/><br/>Drawing herself up Ayca attempts to look very serious, almost managing it.  But just, not quite.  There's something about her lips that seem to always curve into this delightful little devilish smile and her eyes just twinkle too much.  "Sydney The Wizardess Arcana Malornen," she raps off in her best in-control voice.  "You are not going to hold my boob in front of-"  Then she surges forward.<br/><br/>With nobody involved being able to manage their bodies, the two fall immediately to the ground when Ayca's arms wrap around Sydney's waist.  There is a grunt of surprise from the barkeep as she turns and wrestles with the wizard, their bodies clunking up against the leg of Narkax and the young philosopher's chairs.  The young man lowers his head to watch the two going at it, rolling and gasping.<br/><br/>Finally Ayca gives up, lying on her back with Sydney on top of her.  Her face is even more flushed now, not a harsh, angry red but a pretty brightening of cheeks.  She leans her head back a bit and nearly moans out, "No fair grabbing at me, I'll just have to grab at you."  She reaches out and grabs the front of Sydney's dress pulling it roughly down to try to free her of her restraint in that same way that both of her own full, lightly freckled pale tits are.  That pull also brings Sydney's face down in front of the bartender's and she lifts her head gently to press soft, red lips against the wizard's. With a gentle, pleased moan, her lips begin to kiss needfully against Sydney's, her mouth opening slowly to allow her tongue to touch the pale woman's.  Her fingers move to Sydney's breast, teasing over her skin gently before she begins to massage one of her nipples, a pleased almost-giggling sound comes from her even as she kisses.<br/><br/>If Sydney should look around under the table, she will see that the two have more or less a private little place, with the exception of one peeping tom.  The philosopher has his head under the table and an enormous grin on his face, the front of his trousers tented as he watches and gives a wink.  Narkax also appears to have his mind fluttering away from the drinking contest and towards two slim, busty women making out fiercely under the table, or perhaps there's something interested in the alcohol itself.  Either way, his robes have a similar tell-tale lump.