It wasn’t long before someone joined Rochelle at the bar. It was that effeminate twerpy little kid Rochelle didn’t pay much attention too. The kid looked far too young to be on a journey like this, but the elven features may mean this child-like person was older than he or she looked. Frankly Rochelle couldn’t even tell if the elf was a boy or a girl, so for simplicity sake this kid was a boy. Or maybe even a man. When he came over to speak his concern Rochelle reached out and pulled the boy closer to her, intentionally pressing his face against her breasts.

[b]”Oh, how sweet. Worried that I’ll have too much to drink? Well, can’t let this bottle go to waste. Cheers!”[/b] Rochelle poured herself and the kid a glass of whisky, downing hers immediately. She lifted the glass up to the boy’s face, peering down at him as she held him even closer. [b]”C’mon, just one cup! Or are you too good for my drink?”[/b]

[@cloudystar]