Baby Steps

A smile broke out across Satira's face when Cináed readily agreed to her suggestion to improve the game with alcohol, and the two of them got right into it. The first round had been an easy one for him, and unsurprisingly Ciná guessed correct right away. She had told him about her encounter with the giant anaconda as a pup so she would've been more taken aback if he hadn't remembered. "Just testing ya, big guy," she teased him as he gave her a cocky, confident smirk. Tira happily took the bottle back and downed a healthy glug of the spiced sweet liquor within. Setting the bottle back down between them, she looked up at her giant companion, waiting for her turn to prove how well she knew him. His question was also far too easy, and the little wolf-dog wouldn't be able to resist ribbing him about it a little as well.

"False," she answered with confidence, a playful gleam in her eyes as she added on, "Did you really think I'd forget your past so easily, Mister Praetor?" Yeah, she was fully expecting some sort of retaliation from Ciná for that, but she couldn't resist, it was too easy to rile him up! Still smirking, it was Satira's turn to push the bottle of rum over to him for his mandatory swig of alcohol. Now she had to come up with another one... Tira hummed for a few moments and tapped a tiny paw against her chin while she considered a challenging one for him. "You're the first brute I ever slept with." She fixed Ciná with a curious stare, wondering just how much of a free lover he thought she might be given her debased nature.

"Cináed & Satira"