(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Berianna_Brown_Face.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Beriana Brown</span></span><br/><strong>Status:</strong>Lawful Neutral Male Half-Orc Monk<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>With:</strong>Mathle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>Beriana raised an eyebrow.  He was certainly feeling the rum, although not as much as she seemed to be.  Still, it was enough for him to be a bit more reckless, to be willing to take advantage of the situation.  It didn't feel right, as if it was for the sake of convenience or an urgent kind of desperation.  He had gotten drunk and laid with females of all kinds before, but never another half-orc, surprisingly.  He was definitely attracted to her, but he admired and respected her, too.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd much rather look at you, Mathle,"</strong>he said,<strong>"And be a distraction with you."</strong><br/><br/>He finished his rum and took her hand in his, taking the lead toward a dark corner, where she did her meditation or prayer ritual.  He stood with her, pulling her close, letting her bury her face in his massive, muscular chest.  His arms wrapped around her in a warm, protective embrace.  He tilted her chin up with his finger and placed a kiss on her lips that was a long time coming.<br/>