Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160410002122/@comment-5543592-20160413233235

"Yikes, I'm not that fat yet." He smiled against her lips. "But I get what you mean.  You're all I need too, to belong."

"You're asking me if any of my stock tastes good?"

"Yeah, yeah.  I'm not lookin' for miracles, mind you, I doubt you can do anything close ta that, but maybe something a little better than whatever you serve the rest of this place.  But no bubbly."

"Sir, we're the finest inn in the city?"

Crimson looked him blankly. "Does that mean you can do it?"

The bartender threw up his hands. "I'll see what I can find." With that, he walked off.

When the Bosmer had turned his back, Crimson grinned devilishly to himself. Diana would've found that funny, he thought, his eye catching the blond woman. Whenever he say someone with her shade of hair, he had a ridiculous half hope. They were probably long dead, buried under mounds of rubble. He didn't know why he didn't just make it easier on himself and let go of all that.