Mama, What am I Without You?

Having been raised in rough company, the girl chuckled and raised a brow at the offer of heat. “Darlin', we jus' met, not even gonna offer a girl a drink first?” Still she stepped closer to the fire and made herself comfortable, the clinking of bottles strung over her hips reminding her why she'd come out here in the first place. As luck would have it, she'd bought her own drinks planning to get plastered enough that she wouldn't be able to tell up from down, but with company, well she supposed it was good manners to share.

Deluge stretched out in the sand, and almost convinced herself it still held some heat from the day, before passing over a bottle and working on releasing the cork from her own. “I don' think either of us planned on findin' company tonight so let's lay down some ground rules, I'll be th' shipwrecked pirate, an' you can be the Chief o' this little spot o' land that I've found m'self marooned on,” there was a lopsided grin on her face, but she hoped it would be enough to convey that she wasn't too keen on sharing names or affiliations might ruin perfectly good company tonight.

“Speech”