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Date Posted: 16:48:51 11/15/01 Thu
Author: Rowan
Subject: That's the way I like 'em
In reply to: Marz and company 's message, "Busy bathing rooms" on 10:14:50 11/15/01 Thu

Rowan grinned up at Sarra as she helped him to his feet. He knew she wouldn’t have the heart to turn him down! He was confident things were going to end well for him tonight after all. As soon as they started walking, however, he found that he had to rely more on her support than he’d thought he would. The floor tilted dangerously, and the wall kept threatening to lean over and bump him in the head. Rowan squeezed his eyes shut a couple times, trying to clear his swirling vision, but that only served to make things worse.

Ahh well, no biggie. He ignored the dizzying sensation and tightened his grip on Sarra, who was much stronger than she looked, as most women usually were. But ohhh, was she soft. No matter how much these adventurous-type women tried to train their bodies to keep up with their male companions, they could never hide those wondrous curves and soft skin that Rowan loved so much about them. Frankly, he loved everything about women; their hair, their smiles, their voices, their laughter….

His grin became secretive, and each time he tripped (and, to his credit, not on purpose, either) or stumbled, he made full use of the motion, pushing his own body into the side of hers. The feel of her nail against his skin sent thrills of pleasure vibrating up his spine, the feeling only magnified by his drunken state of mind. How drunk was he, anyway? He’d only had that one bottle of brandy…well, and there was the bottle he popped open with Ravin earlier. Oh, and he’d put that one aside and opened a new one later on.

He started laughing; no wonder he felt so silly! He was about to ask Sarra why they’d stopped, but at that point she was kind enough to inform him herself: “I’m assuming you can make it from here.”

He did his best to straighten, noticing that she hadn’t as of yet pulled her arm from around his waist. Fair’s fair, he thought, leaving his own arm around her shoulder, and staring down into her face with quietly hungry eyes.

“Mi gratia, cheri," he said softly, “You have my thanks.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, which were still fixated in that quirky little smile of hers. “If you have trouble finding your own room,” he continued, returning her smile, “My door is always open.”

That said, he finally released her and stumbled into his room, his eyes falling immediately upon the welcome sight of the bed. He went over to it as quickly as he could, sitting down on the edge and tugging off his boots. He started to look up with hopeful eyes, wondering if Sarra had followed him, but instead, his willful eyes kept going up, until his fluttering eyelids just couldn’t take it anymore, and he collapsed backwards on the mattress, totally unconscious.



His eyes didn’t open again until the sunlight peeped into his window and decided to throw a punch in his face. Or at least that’s what it felt like, anyway. He groaned and turned away from it, shoving his head under the nearest pillow.

It took a minute for true awareness to come filtering in through his mind. Abruptly, it occurred to him that he was wearing the same thing he’d been wearing last night, and that he hadn’t even taken the trouble to crawl under the blankets. Also, he was…alone. But that meant….

“Aw, dragon shit,” he cursed, sitting up despite the nauseated feel in his stomach and the pounding headache. He wondered idly if Sarra had followed him last night, only to see him passed out on the bed like the drunken fool he was. “She probably thinks I’m some kinda loser,” he grumbled, wincing as he slowly got to his feet.

While keeping his head bowed and one hand clutched to his stomach, Rowan made his way to the bathing rooms down the hallway, veering to the right toward the men’s room out of habit by now. When he walked in, he was surprised to see Ravin already passed out on the floor.

“Yeah, I feel you, buddy,” he muttered, stepping over the thief and making his way to the pool itself. He spotted Tia, who was already in the water, which he thought was a little strange. He’d thought his culture was the only one that didn’t frown upon men and women sharing public bathhouses.

“Morning,” he said, gaining her attention. He felt too awful to make note of her reaction. It was rude to stare at other people, anyway, and he was too well bred for it. He shucked his clothing off and stepped into the water, feeling immediately better as his body was enveloped in its liquidy warmth.

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