Juniper could say with confidence that she was not a lightweight, even without testing her limits. It took a great deal of food to fill her belly, and she knew from watching both Mathus and Max that it took a great deal of drink to get them tipsy. She couldn't share this though, too aware that it would probably sound like an unsubstantiated boast and perhaps like inadvertent pressure on the other girl, but Seras moved them along neatly and Juniper was grateful.
“Oh, sure, no problem,” the tiger replied, with perhaps too much relish as she glanced over at the bar. “It see a spot we can probably squeeze into.”
There was a great crowd around the bar, all vying for the tender's attention, but she not-so-secretly liked roughhousing. There wasn't a spot but she was about to make a spot. Leaning over the sopping pile of paper towels, Juniper grabbed her bag, and slung it over one arm. Then, without much preamble, she reached out and unselfconsciously found Seras' hand. The tiger's skin was noticeably warm, and a little damp from the mead, in a way that would probably dry a little tacky.
“Oh, sure, no problem,” the tiger replied, with perhaps too much relish as she glanced over at the bar. “It see a spot we can probably squeeze into.”
There was a great crowd around the bar, all vying for the tender's attention, but she not-so-secretly liked roughhousing. There wasn't a spot but she was about to make a spot. Leaning over the sopping pile of paper towels, Juniper grabbed her bag, and slung it over one arm. Then, without much preamble, she reached out and unselfconsciously found Seras' hand. The tiger's skin was noticeably warm, and a little damp from the mead, in a way that would probably dry a little tacky.