"Mar...You're drunk." Florence said, chuckling softly as she leaned against the Lion's Den bar and watched her friend's expression. The alien woman sighed softly, her strange star-filled eyes and curved lips showing clear amusement at the situation. Her long-time friend, Mar, had been celebrating her twenty-first birthday for a couple of weeks longer than most people necessarily thought apropos, but Florence could hardly blame Tcho-Tcho hybrid. She'd been drinking since well before she was old enough, and found herself suddenly, legally allowed to do so in public.

"Mmf... So 'm drunk again...S'the big deal, Flo? Can't a girl speak 'er mind a little bit?" Mar slurred ever so slightly, licking her lips as she stared at the other woman. Mar had certainly spoken her mind; she'd asked Florence if she would ever considering sleeping with her. Florence, for her part, had never even known Mar was bi-curious, let alone interested in her. The dark-skinned alien beauty shook her head slowly, lazily rattling the ice in her glass of strangely glowing, potentially toxic liquor. A drink only she seemed able to order at the Lion's Den, unlike Mar's Midnight Kiss. A cocktail of blue curacao, vodka, lemon and champagne, she seemed to have taken a liking to them.

"Martha, dear...It's not that I'm not flattered, but you've had too much to drink, and I don't think you're really making good choices. I'm not saying I never would, just that...Well, I think it might be something to discuss when you've sobered up, don't you?" Florence asked, resting her cheek against her palm as the other woman continued to stare at her. She had to admit, Mar cut a fine figure in her punkish leather and lace attire, with her pale skin and vibrant make-up. She'd started the night in a cute emerald green wig with glitter embedded in it, but had lost it at some point when they had taken a turn on the dance floor.

"Flo, 'm perfectly aware of what I'm saying. Y've known me long enough to know 'm not a regretful or forgetful drunk. 'Ve been thinkin' it over for a while, and I think you're just gorgeous. One of th' prettiest ladies I've ever seen in this place, and between you an' Mrs. Johnston, I'd have to say I'd want to pop my lesbo-cherry with one of you two...Heh..." She said, grinning settling back on her stool, sipping from her rapidly emptying glass.

Florence knew Mar wasn't trying to be crude; she was rough and playful, and that was just her way of paying the strange alien woman a compliment. She canted her head to one side, looking Mar over for several long moments before she brought her glass to her shiny, dark lips. The strangely glowing substance in the glass turned grey and evaporated as a thread of alien energy slithered along the rim of the glass, sampling it in Florence's own unique way. She had to think for a moment, using the act of sipping her cocktail as a means to let her mind process what she wanted to say.

When the glass left her lips and she set it on the bar top, she cleared her throat softly and gave Mar a small sideways glance. "...Well then...Your place, or mine, Ms. Talbot?"

Mar snickered softly and pushed her glass away, running her tongue over her lips one last time before settling her hands on the strangely slick, smooth flesh of Florence's knees, her fingertips creeping higher to brush beneath the rim of her skirt. "Beautiful, you're going to be lucky if we make it out of the Den's back alley..."

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Art by the awesome  Horrified, with Mar and Florence being shared creations of my mate and I for the Feltonverse setting.