Wormwood¦ Darkling Tunnelgrub ¦ Winter Courtier ¦ Mantle 2 ¦¦ Defense: 3¦ Glamour : 5/10 ¦ Willpower: 4/4¦ Health : 7/7 ¦ Wyrd:1 ¦ Speed 11¦ Active Contracts:
This time, Wormwood spat his drank as he choked, leaving him redheaded. Punching his chest, he said "Ya for real?"
He shook his head. "That's.... unusual."
His shirt was wet from the last bit of Glenfarclas. Instead of his usual unhappy expression at such a waste, he brightened up in a smile.
He took off his shirt. This couldn't have gone better if he had planned it. Usually, this would have been uncomfortable for him, but he was in the presence of a woman who'd rather strip and dance naked than play wingwoman, there was no one around he knew and the rest of his inhibitions was taken care of by the whisky's magic.
He stroke his chin, then waved his fingers in a snapping motion and said:"How about this: We go and ask them? As I gather it, a wingwoman is helpful and thus ya'd always like to have one, ya're very attractive which should make it easier, and last but not least, ya'll have to try anyway, so some sort of startin' point is better than none, ain't I right?"
He smiled." Now, 'xcuse me just a sec, please"
he said, approaching the bartender with a "This works too, right? Another daring Glenfarclas then, please!"