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[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Raidah o' Red[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=f9ad81]Interacting with:[/color] [color=ed1c24]Master of Red Saber[/color] [@vancexentan][/center]

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A gentle flick with her empty glass was all needed to signify another order. She shouldn't, but then again, Genghis has never made any wise decisions while drunk. Only lucky ones. Like invading China. Oh, how she remembered the laughter around the campfire when she got that idea, the ludicrity of it. No Mongol had, after all, never crossed the Chinese Wall with success. Well, Genghis proved them wrong. So terribly wrong. She just went, "Ye' knae? Les fekkin' do it." And they did. Rider loved proving people wrong, and her life motto was a testament to that: "If you're not afraid, do it. If you are, don't." Works for her, she's rarely afraid, and when she is it arouses her.

The glass was placed down, though this time she thought it'd be wiser to drink it slower. The alcohol was already surging within her mana-infused body. She thought that while she drank it all in one go, her eyes casually gauging up the people around the tavern while waiting for Berserker's response. Well, the sights could be concluded quite simply: Wailing children. Have they never slaughtered a village before, Genghis thought lazily while examining the kids about. They seemed sad, tired, weak of mind. Well, aside fron her Master. Genghis lips twisted into a grin, she was lucky. She didn't get a baby she had to babysit, but a coldhearted warrior. Good.

The military genius' thoughts concluded with a gentle tap on her shoulder, and sensing no danger what-so-ever, she took her damn time to turn around to face them. She was a little to drunk to note exactly where they are, after all. She squinted her eyes while attempting to focus on him. Them. Whichever it was. Okay, them. An older fellow, quite handsome she reckoned, and a younger boy with a shy, boyish aura despite his good looks. That's atleast The Drunken Conclusion, and her head tilted sideways. A curious tilt. A pondering one.

[color=39b54a]"Hey, sweetheart got a moment? My boy, and I were talking over there and he was being a bit coy about it but... Turns out that the boy thinks you're pretty hot. He's never had any experience with a woman care to show my boy how to treat a woman like you? I know this sounds pretty stupid but the kid needs to experience in bed." ?[/color]

She looked at the older man while listening to his words, a soft smile lingering on her lips at the words. She peered over at the boy again while gently listening to his shy reluctance, before breaking out into a hearty laughter at the older fellow's straightforwardness. She resoected that, [color=f9ad81]"Aha, so this 'ere boy ain' had his virginity done n? Back in me' 'ome, ain't no virgins 'bove th'age o'.. hmm, 16 Summehs or so.[/color] She thought for a moment, stopping herself from getting sidetracked. She tended to do that while under influence. Hence the whole China thing. [color=f9ad81]"I ain' mindin' beddin' th'boy 'ere, buh should say he seems a bit distrau'h from th'day events, aye? Well, let ol' Raidah fix tha' tensity.[/color]

She didn't lie, her hand moving straight to his shirt before pulling him close. In Mongolia you take what you deem is yours, and Leon is in this moment Ghengis', granted to her from the generous Uncle. The boy's head were kept hovering quite close to her own head before she uttered a few words, [color=f9ad81]"I tasted many a folk 'roun'th'worl', but a pink-skin I ain' tried. Hope ya' taste as delish as ye' seem, creamyboy."[/color] Lraving him no room to respond, she darted her head forth, locking their lips. Say one thing about Genghis, say she's a great kisser. And a relentless one too.

She kept him interlocked with her lips for what could seem endlessly for a firsttimer, though in reality it was just a couple seconds. Rider didn't hold back, tongue and all was incorporated in the mindcleansing process, and the poor boy couldn't really slip away even if he wanted. Ghengis might not seem strong, but her grip is second to none. Some fellas have experienced that with terrifying result. Atleast it's an effective [i]interrogation[/i] tool, if not a painful one.

She finally let him go from her lips, peering into his eyes with drunken lust only a Mongol warlord [s]and rapist[/s] could hold, but she figured he'd feel better from that alone. Not that she cared, she just seemed satisfied. [color=f9ad81]"If ya' still wan' me, jus' talk ta' me when I ain' shitfaced. Bloody 'ell, ain' no chance I can mount none nae." [/color] She's not wrong, atleast. But who cares, she wanted to drink some more for now. [color=f9ad81]"And don' be 'fraid you eitha, ol' timer."[/color] She noted to Collins with a playful wink, before turning back to the bar. She was going to find out one thing this evening. Can heroic spirits puke and black out from alcohol?