<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>Alana; kerrison; 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/>Gil hadn't noticed Kerrison come over, having been a bit more focused on Alana, until the tiefling spoke. Big amber eyes seemed to get a little wider when he did, and Gil couldn't speak, because of the mouthful of biscuits. The Tiefling's wandering eyes... didn't find much. Gil was pretty certainly the worst-dressed person here and aside from the other halfling that just entered, the most clothed. Still it's the intent that mattered, and the way Gil's freckled cheeks turned bright pink spoke volumes.<br/><br/><strong>"Fun things? Like wh- oh, <em>oooooh</em>..."</strong>Gil licked his lips, more to clean some biscuit crumb away than to look suggestive. He looked down at the floor, or Kerri's legs, or something in that downward-to-the-side direction, and mumbled with an embarrassed sort of grin,<strong>"Y-yeah. I mean, Sometimes, yeah. You?"</strong>Gods<em>that</em>was a dumb question.<strong>"I mean, What's your name? I'm Gil."</strong><br/><br/>Gil's hand moved to the bar to scoop up the coins Alana left there; it's almost as if Gil weren't aware he was doing it, and his hand just instinctively palmed nearby gold or something; Kerri certainly saw the ten pieces of gold leave the bar in Gil's palm. His eyes pulled up, furtively glancing along Kerri's frame, then continued to give Alana an actually puzzled look, as if<em>just</em>realizing the gift. Gil chewed his lip hard enough to leave a dent, before looking to Kerri again, cheeks warming once again.<strong> "What do you do here? Aside from kick your heels on the tables?"</strong>A furtive little smile is offered to him.<br/><br/>The attractive tiefling was enough to distract Gil from noticing Eran's entrance. Normally he'd cling to the new halfling like a lifeboat in this situation, but, well...