We'll call it a draw

Ciná smirked and shrugged as she met his bit of questioning with her typical Tira sass. He had already known that she would continue on regardless before he asked, but at least he could say he tried to be responsible. He picked up the bottle as it was sat between them again and lifted it back to his lips for another quick drink of the warming liquor as she began to walk away. He unabashedly watched her go, always more than happy to be distracted from their defeat and the conflicted feelings he had around his always complicated family with the feminine sway of her hips. After taking another quick sip he got up to follow her, making sure to bring the bottle with him as he walked back into their bed chamber with her just as she was examining herself in the mirror and rubbing some dirt from her cheek.

Setting the bottle to the side for a moment, he stepped up behind her at the mirror, grinning a little as she asked how he was and offered some ways to make both of their day a little better. He doubted getting drunk and high were the best ways the handle any of this, but he didn't have a better solution and forgetting all about this day was certainly preferable in his opinion. "I'm pretty sore, but not too sore for some cannabis and a bath." he replied with a rumbling chuckle as he leaned his head down to nuzzle at her cheek. He slipped a foreleg around her slender frame as he sat down behind her, pulling her much smaller form back into his for a moment. "I'm not too sore to take you to bed either if you're feeling up to it after your bath."

"Cináed & Satira"