[center][h1][color=8f735b][u]T a h l i a[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]• Convention Center, Smith's Rest • [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[b][color=gray]"Shadd[i]up.[/i] We don't need to hear.. [i]whatever[/i] you were gonna say."[/color][/b]

Before Percy could process in the thoughts of how a bottle of turps was left for him at the bar counter, it began to gracefully rise into the air; a movement of magic and awe until one's own attention was drawn to the female hand who was gently pinching hold of the cap itself. With a twist of the wrist and a now firm grip, the poison was repositioned in a way which allowed the cunning individual to drink straight from the source itself.

[color=8f735b][b]"Keep downing it 'ike dat and you'll fucking 'nd up maggot'd."[/b][/color] Clearly a pot calling the kettle black situation as Tahlia downed the alcohol in both an effort to steal Percy's hard-earned drink, but also to continue on her amazing journey to become the next champion of [i]Smith's Rest's Most Drunk[/i]. Leaning down and resting her chin on Percy's shoulder, Tahlia wrapped her free arm around his collar, slapping her hand lightly against his chest. She clawed lightly at his body with her fingers as she bought the bottle round and placed it to his lips, tiping it so that he was forced the drink; to take an unwanted gulp at the cost of an unintentional spill down his shirt.

[color=8f735b][b]"Ha! Fucking weak!"[/b][/color] the Australian snorted as she teased the man for his poor efforts.

Tahlia proceeded to position her lips close to his ear as she went on to whisper sweet temptations into his fragile soul. [color=8f735b][b]"So what was it you were saying about getting down to your socks? You know... I'd be willing to take that further, if that's what you want?"[/b][/color]

[color=ffd1dc][b]"Tahlia! Stop it."[/b][/color]

The eyes shifted around to gaze at the source of the incoming demand, a sight of Tahlia's previous drinking partner who decided to interupt the duo from the table behind Percy.

[color=8f735b][b]"What the fuck Mads? You even said yourself that y'old freckles here needs some cheering up, and well fuck... a sympathy root never hurt no one."[/b][/color]

Tahlia pulled back from Percy, giving him a shove before slamming the bottle into his open lap. [color=8f735b][b]"Besides... I don't fuck pilots who cry in their cockpits."[/b][/color] A cigarette pack was pulled out of the pocket and pursed up to Tahlia's lips. As she drew her hand away a single, lone stick remained of the pack's original presence, awaiting to be lit by the former commander herself. She leaned up against the bar and muttered the rest of her words through her occupied mouth, [color=8f735b][b]"You're not that screwed up? Ain't'ya mate?"[/b][/color]

Standing up from her seat and walking over in a sombre way to Percy, Madison hooked her arm through the man's elbow and lightly tugged him off the stool, [color=ffd1dc][b]"Come on Freckles. It's time to go and see how Ana is doing."[/b][/color]

Without even asking, and simply from the look on Madison's face, Tahlia could see that this time she perhaps crossed the line; an impression that she simply shrugged off as little importance.