oh what tangled webs we weave

Lachlan was still a bit damp from his swim in the ocean with the drunk girl, though he couldn’t deny describing himself that way as well. The way his paws stumbled just slightly as he walked over the dark sands. He was just a little tilty, but he was feeling really good. A grin played on his russet features as his tail wagged lightly at his hips. His sister might have been forgotten at this point, his troubles were long gone. Only contentment remained.

He wasn’t quite foolish enough to ignore the revelry taking place where ever he looked. Though he didn’t deny his fool title at all. He was just glad that he’d not had to prostrate himself for a bear. That thought was one that wouldn’t leave him soon, and his encounter with Abby wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

Those thoughts made him realize he was definitely ready for another drink, and his bright blue eyes would land on Tyrian’s bottle. Lachlan lost all of his reservations by now so his slightly swaying for approached him with intent. ”Are you going to drink all of that?”