We'll call it a draw

Not more than a moment had passed from her calling out to her roommate, Satira heard the distinctive baritones of Cináed call back from the bedroom, confirming he was home and awake. Good, at least she wouldn't be drinking alone for now. Heavy paws padded out into the common space and when Tira turned around, there was Ciná in all his giant red glory, smirking as he came up to join her. He reached for the bottle of liquor and Tira handed it over without any fuss. Any other night and she might've played keep away with it for a bit just to tease him, but after their ego-crippling defeat, she felt he probably needed a good stiff drink as much as she did. She took the bottle back into her speckled paws while he asked if drinking was a good idea following the blows she'd taken to the head, and the feisty little wolf-dog made a point to hold Ciná's gaze as she lifted the bottle back to her lips and swallowed down another two mouthfuls. Should she have been drinking when she was potentially sporting a mild concussion? No, probably not. Did she give a damn? Absolutely not.

"Well, the liquor makes me forget about the hits to the head, and I'm about to get high too so that's probably worse, right? Thanks for your input though, Doctor Ciná," she remarked with her usual sass and sarcasm in her voice. Setting the bottle on the floor between them so he could help himself to more, Satira stood up, pilfered some cannabis from her stash, and began to make her way back towards the bedroom. The chamber of the den she used for the bedroom was spacious and simply decorated: a massive pile of plush and soft furs for a bed and a large mirror she'd scavenged from some nearby ruins were the major features of the bedroom. Tira plopped herself down in front of the mirror, looking over how badly she'd gotten disheveled and bloodied in the raid. Thankfully, besides some dirty and mussed up fur, she hadn't left sporting any new injuries or scars. Only her ego was really left bleeding in the aftermath. "Jeez, I look like I got trampled by a herd of rhinos," she muttered mostly to herself, rubbing away some of the dirt from her cheeks. "How're you feeling, big guy? You got tossed by that other red brute pretty good. Wanna share some cannabis and take a bath with me?" Tira put in a little extra sweetness into her voice as she offered Ciná what she thought sounded like a damn good way to end this day. Of course, she was open to his suggestions too if he had other things on his mind.

"Cináed & Satira"