All Washed Up

Kai was still pleasantly intoxicated. How much had he even had to drink, anyway? He didn't remember drinking all that much, but then again much of the day and evening were blurring together into one big, hazy, beautiful mess. It hadn't been terribly difficult for him to abandon his plans of staying completely sober tonight anyway. He deserved this night, a night of fun and debauchery, didn't he? He'd spent far too long holed up in and around Winterfell's lands, and now he was free, and he was damn well going to enjoy himself.

His gaze drifted to the water, admiring the way the moonlight reflected off the black sand. A peculiarly-marked female drifted into his line of vision, standing at the edge of the water. Was she going for a swim? The water wasn't really his thing but he supposed he could be convinced otherwise. Kai let out a low chuckle as he headed over toward her, admiring her slender frame. While he'd seen a few delicious looking males tonight, it seemed - oddly enough - that his attention was drifting toward the women instead. Of course Kai wasn't one to be worried about stepping outside of his comfort zone, and his confident posture made that very clear. "Now, I've never seen anyone that looked quite like you before," he drawled, slurring his speech his a bit.