Baby Steps

Cináed grinned as Tira agreed to his little game, partially because he just liked having activities of any kind to do with her and partially to hide the little flutter of nervousness that hit his gut. He had been sitting on something for far too long that he wanted to tell her, but it never felt like the right time. If his plan worked out right maybe now he'd finally have an excuse to be fully honest with her. Of course Tira had to add in her own little twist to his game and pulled out a bottle of some kind of liquor. It wouldn't be a date with Tira if they weren't getting high and drunk, after all. She added in her own terms to their game of true or false, saying if he was wrong he would drink and if he was right she would drink. "Works for me, beautiful," he replied with a chuckle, taking the bottle from her when it was offered so he could see what it was they were drinking on tonight. At the very least she had managed to pilfer something that actually tasted good so it'd be a pleasant drinking game.

Leaving the rum between them and a foreleg draped around her side, Ciná turned a curious gaze toward her to see what she'd start with. Knowing her it could be something actually easy to guess or it could have been something to throw him off, but luckily she did actually give him an easy one to remember. "True," he answered confidently with a little smirk, nudging the bottle toward her. Of all of the stories she had told him about her life, how could he forget her encounter with a huge snake? He waited till she had taken her required swig of liquor and then hummed softly with thought as he decided to pick what he'd make her guess first. "Chimera's pack was the first pack I lived in," he said after a moment of thought, knowing that she'd know the answer, but not wanting it to be an immediately obvious one either.

"Cináed & Satira"