Wiggle Room

Chaos was feeling pretty mellowed by the alcohol. Contrary to his carefully cultivated reputation, he didn't really partake very often... in the alcohol, or the sex that was slowly beginning to waft its heady scent across tbe beach. Seemed like a good time to indulge in both, knowing he was to be married and all. And as the scars down both sides of his face reminded him, she was dangerous enough to ensure there wouldn't be a whole lot of extra curriculars if that was what she wanted.

Still, he was chill and mellow, not manic or melancholy as some could get, as he meandered back to pick up another bottle. As he reached for one he came face to face with another who had been looking for more, and Chaos paused, eyeing her up. He drew his paw back from the mead with a polite gesture, and slowly a boyish grin spread over his mouth. "You don't look quite like I'd expect to find at one of my nephew's parties," he told her frankly. "So serious. A dangerous, mysterious woman. Not a fly-by-night, pretty little empty headed butterfly here to slum with the tom cats." He waved a paw at some of the silly, innocent little girls who had showed up hoping to get a taste of danger and excitement because they were too good and fancy to get their paws dirty normally. He tilted his head, still studying her with that smile. "No, definitely not. You're a tiger prowling through all the little pussy cats. Unexpected."