In hindsight, perhaps offering to spend the night bar hopping with Gaila hadn't been the best idea after two days of a punishing climb up the infamous Galartha. Her entire body was protesting against even the slightest movement, as it had been doing since she returned that morning and collapsed into a long, relaxing bath. Still, it was an enjoyable
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She carefully placed her drink the side so she didn't end up spilling it down someone, and turned around to smile at her friend, returning the warm embrace. For a moment she was all too tempted to slide her hands down from her shoulders, maybe grip her thighs and lift her up onto the bar so she could--
With a firm shake of her head, she cleared her mind of those thoughts, chanting the same mantra she had been using every time she came in contact with the woman. Spock, Spock, Spock. It was almost always successful ( ... )
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Of course she noticed the heads turning to look at the long line of her throat, but they were looking at N too who was just as hot, and Gaila always noticed things like that. She still wasn't thinking about it. Then she put the drink down, licked her lips, and plucked the fruit that was much like a cherry out of her glass. She popped it in her mouth. And did things with it.
"Want it?" she asked, and stuck her tongue out at N, the neat bow of the stem resting on top.
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