The drinks were certainly taking a toll on him. He felt more confident by the second and for once, he felt he was actually having fun. The witch wasn't such bad company, after all, ghosts and all. Or maybe that's just the morbid path his life had taken. He had fun hanging out with dead people. He paused as her finger ran along his jaw line, telling him he would look better without the beard. He snorted as she booped his nose with her finger. "But then everyone would see my incredibly kissable lips and we can't have that. There would be a riot." He slurred the words with a smirk as the continued down the street. He saw her sticking her tongue out and found it very amusing, though his hormones were in hyper drive with all the alcohol. Damn whiskey. They made it through the alleys and into the next bar, where they saw a couple from the other bar but they quickly exited. Serafina was convinced that they were still being followed but he could care less at this point. He only wanted another drink. They fell into their chairs and started a tab. The bartenders hardly looked amused but they seemed to be making them their requests anyway. Must have been the platinum card Christian was waving in the air like an idiot. When she leaned forward, he gave her his full attention, or at least as much of it as he could at the moment. She told him he had to guess and said that it wasn't black. He chuckled and leaned back, observing her for a moment as is contemplating. "I'd say you're a girl of passion so I guess....Red. Don't tell me you're one of those fifi pink girls or I'll die right here." ![]() |