I Like The Way It Hurts

No, he didn't want to talk about it. Cirrus shrugged and sighed. Well, she'd tried. Sometimes it helped to talk to a stranger about difficult things. It wasn't like they'd ever see one another again after this so anything that he told her wouldn't matter. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. On to the game then.

So she'd told him the rules wrong. She'd said that if she was wrong, he had to drink. it was easy to get things wrong and she'd have him hammered before he knew it. Her assumption that his issues were about a woman were correct so Cirrus drank, but not before she watched the man drain his entire bottle and toss the empty aside. Once he was done, she took her drink, then sat it in the sand between them.

"You're a virgin. A wee, innocent little bab." The playful fae batted her lashes, knowing simply by the way he was eyeing up her svelte frame that this was a lie. He could have her, of course. He just had to get the balls to make a move. Gentle or rough, Cirrus would take it any way he wanted to give it.

"Cirrus"