The Perfect Strangers (1)

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 10th November 2009

Characters: Varija, Nancho
Description: Varija founds likeable company.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 21 of Turn 5

"Well, aren't you the fairest in the room!" the holder called out with a lopsided grin, his eyes transfixed on the greenrider's ample bosom. "Why don't you grab a mug and have a drink with me?"

"If you tell me your name and craft first," Varija replied. "I never drink with strangers," she added with foxy smiled.

"My name is Nancho. My craft is drinking and living life to it's fullest," he said holding up his beer mug in a smart salute. "Now get yourself a mug and come sit right here next to me. I want to know more about _you_, beautiful lady." He patted the spot very close to him indeed.

"I'm Varija, and I'm a greenrider," Varija replied and placed herself to the exact spot he was shown. That meant snuggling up close.

"So does that mean you only ride greens?" he asked, giving her large and hopeful eyes.

"Ooo?" Varija's expression told that she didn't quite catch it.

He leaned in closer, his eyes travelling down the neckline of her blouse. "Would you ride _me_ pretty rider?"

"I might," she said with coy look and let her gaze wander up and down of his body.

"Oh, that's the answer I love to hear!" he said, throwing his head back and laughing. "Here, let us drink to you, then, lovely rider!" Nancho clinked his glass against hers and took a healthy swig.

Varija smiled happily and took a ladylike sip of her own drink.

"Now, fair maiden, tell me the secret of charms. What is it about you that makes poor idiots like me drool all over you, eh?" He wiped his chin, but caught only ale froth that had clung to the whiskers growing at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it obvious, my dear Nacho?" Varija asked, cocking her head. "It's my amble beauty and generous nature."

"That's _Nancho_, my beauty." Not that it really mattered. "And I have been admiring your ample beauties since you walked in the room. I would love to bury my face right between them and wiggle it all around."

"That sounds fun," Varija replied with breathless tone. Her eyes sparkled. A man who really appreciated what she had to offer!

"Oh, the fun's just getting started," Nacho beamed as he reached over to rest a hand on the top of her backside.

"You're man to my liking," Varija said. It was music to hear ears. "Then what do you say we drain the rest of our
mugs and let the fun begin, eh?"

"I say it's a very good idea," Varija said enthusiastically.

True to his word, Nancho picked his mug up to his lips and began draining it, taking long gulps as he tipped it back. Slamming it back down onto the table, he whipped away the froth with the back of his hand with a satisfied sigh. "All right then. I'm ready!"

"So am I," Varija said. Her mug was only half-empty, and she was going to leave it that way too. It wouldn't be any fun if she passed out middle of everything.

Last updated on the November 16th 2009

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