you're my buried treasure

The blue striped mammoth didn’t notice the subtle hints of her discomfort, he was too drunk for any small observations like that. She gave her name, and to Noir’s satisfaction, closed the distance between them. His restlessness manifested further, in the way his tail wouldn’t stop moving as they switched, curling around one hip to the other before he stood back up. The only reason he hadn’t surrounded her already was his paws as he shifted from paw to paw slowly. He was drunk, but had to keep moving.

”Noir Destruction,” he offered with a less than graceful bow. He lost his balance as he did so and went right for the tiny woman. Though he was less than aware, there was still part of him that knew if she was injured she was much less likely to get closer tonight. He missed her, and landed in the sand beside her giggling deep in his chest. Landing on his side he shifted slightly so he’d be curled around her tiny sitting form as he chuckled to himself and enjoyed the euphoric feelings welling inside from the light spinning sensation and weightlessness of his beverage.

Without asking he aimed to wrap his huge arms around her dainty waist to pull her closer to his chest.