Round Two, Jerk!

Fortunately for him, Satira wasn't a mind reader and didn't have a clue to what lewd places Cináed's mind was wandering to. If she did, she might very well have slapped him. Or punched him. Or maybe kissed him. It was impossible to tell in her current state. The little floppy-eared wolf-dog was pleasantly inebriated by now, pushing past tipsy and feeling the warmth of the alcohol radiating outward from her belly. It muddied her thoughts, blending ire with interest to the point where she couldn't tell if she actually wanted him to piss off and leave her alone or if she was having fun bantering back and forth with him now that she was older and capable of holding her own. Her mother would be proud of her for standing up to the prick, and so Tira wouldn't back down. Ciná elaborated that he did, in fact, find himself more interesting than anyone else at the reception, his grin making her fur bristle and an electric shiver run down her spine, her tail giving short, agitated flicks around her hips while he got up and moved closer to her.

The distance closed between them again, Tira found herself being forced to tip her head back to leer up at the taller brute, gazing past his broad chest to hold his golden gaze with vivacious ice blue eyes. He was still smiling at her, looking at her in a way that no one else had, but she couldn't tell if she liked it or not. In her inebriated state, the way he was looking at her awoke something primal inside her, an instinctive urge to reach out and grab him coiling tight inside her, but she couldn't identify the emotion tethered to it. It could have been anger and a desire to cause him harm, or something else entirely. The only times she'd ever felt this way were when she'd argued with him before as a pup and when she'd been kissing Azzurra. Ciná made a passing comment about how he'd given up hope on finding someone interesting until he spotted her, causing Tira to give a frustrated huff as she puffed out her chest, refusing to lean away when he leaned in closer to snatch the bottle of wine and down a long drink of it. With them so close, she could practically feel the warmth of his body and was acutely aware of his natural spicy scent. It made that urge to grab him even worse.

Satira held Ciná's gaze as she leaned in closer to him, her body swaying a bit while she tried to stay stable on her paws, letting her glare sear into his face. "And just what is so interesting about me to someone like you, hmm?" she interrogated him further, her lips pulling away slightly to flash a silent growl at him. "Decided you suddenly like halfbreeds, you overgrown bigot? Or did everyone finally stop putting up with your shit so you're talking to anyone who will talk back to you?" Tira lifted a tip paw and placed it over top of his larger one, feeling his warm skin beneath her velvety paw pads. Then, keeping her gaze held to his, she gave him a wicked smile and flexed her digits, embedding her feline claws into the thin skin around his knuckles in a silent threat. He was lucky this place didn't allow violence, but he likely didn't know that. Maybe he'd get the message now that she wasn't one to be pushed around.

"Satira"