He gives a light-hearted chuckle as the boy answers his question, watching the subtle changes in his expression. "Tha's a good lad." He slurs. He is just about to give him some more, when another joins them. Similarly to the blue roan, Reilly slides his aqua gaze over to the shadowy figure, having to blink a couple times to focus in. And oh, what a sight she is to behold! Lush curves, glossy black coat, dark eyes and her tresses long and wavy. Taking in her bittersweet scent, he surmises she would be just as attractive if he weren't pleasantly gee-eyed. She comes to stand before them and speaks, but he barely listens, only catching bits and pieces as he lifts his head and arches his thick neck (more able to view her now that she is closer and standing still). Ah, so she's curious. He likes that. "Alptraum." He tastes her name with a half-lidded smile, letting it roll right off his tongue as smooth as his magical brand of awesomesauce (yeah, I went there).
His friend comments on her self-claimed nickname and he finds himself equally curious, though he is allowed time to mull it over while he- whom he can now call Shah- speaks again. Another laugh bubbles up from deep in the red-headed stallion's chest as the boy slurs and stumbles over his name, unable to contain himself. Fun, isn't it? Ah yes, and he wanted some more, he remembers now. Sending another dose to the pewter stallion, Reilly smirks and then returns his attention to the mare. Rolling his brawny shoulders, he steps closer to her, his aqua gaze poring into her deep brown eyes from under half-mast lids.
"What I think.." He begins, tones rich and deep, but not slurring as much this time. "..is tha' ye're no bad dream. I can only imagine ye mean the way ye look as if ye were made of night." And such a lovely night mare she was, mangled ear and scars alike. The wonderful thing about intoxication, is even though the Irishman knows he's not lacking in the looks department, it tends to lend more confidence. And with that, comes saying things one may or may not say under normal circumstances. Same goes for actions. He steps closer to the muscular femme, certain that she would allow him into her bubble, and stops when he is but a mere breath away. Neverminding the boy behind him, Reilly smiles at the black mare and whispers, "The night should always know a good time." And he reaches his velvety pink muzzle to press it just behind her gnarled ear, gently running it down to the crevice between her neck and shoulder. At the same time he exhales long and slow against her flesh, he sends his power into her. This is no small dose as he'd been giving Shah, but he sent it easily so as not to shock her system but rather aiming to melt. He wants to catch her up on their fun, but wants it to be a pleasant experience over all. No doubt, after it sank in she would be just as done in as he and the blue roan, but it would be a warm and sweet transition. Pulling back from her, he lazily smiles once again, voice a bit husky as he speaks. "A good time is not always seen, but felt. Wouldn't ya agree?" He gazes at her a moment longer, before moving back to stand near Shah ( but still facing them both), giving the boy a grin before he shoves his shoulder with his own, the gesture sorta like a manly clap on the shoulder shared between two ol' chums.
(Ooc: Sorry for the crapness, is late and I tired :c
oh and Reilly is Uber flirt xD)
His friend comments on her self-claimed nickname and he finds himself equally curious, though he is allowed time to mull it over while he- whom he can now call Shah- speaks again. Another laugh bubbles up from deep in the red-headed stallion's chest as the boy slurs and stumbles over his name, unable to contain himself. Fun, isn't it? Ah yes, and he wanted some more, he remembers now. Sending another dose to the pewter stallion, Reilly smirks and then returns his attention to the mare. Rolling his brawny shoulders, he steps closer to her, his aqua gaze poring into her deep brown eyes from under half-mast lids.
"What I think.." He begins, tones rich and deep, but not slurring as much this time. "..is tha' ye're no bad dream. I can only imagine ye mean the way ye look as if ye were made of night." And such a lovely night mare she was, mangled ear and scars alike. The wonderful thing about intoxication, is even though the Irishman knows he's not lacking in the looks department, it tends to lend more confidence. And with that, comes saying things one may or may not say under normal circumstances. Same goes for actions. He steps closer to the muscular femme, certain that she would allow him into her bubble, and stops when he is but a mere breath away. Neverminding the boy behind him, Reilly smiles at the black mare and whispers, "The night should always know a good time." And he reaches his velvety pink muzzle to press it just behind her gnarled ear, gently running it down to the crevice between her neck and shoulder. At the same time he exhales long and slow against her flesh, he sends his power into her. This is no small dose as he'd been giving Shah, but he sent it easily so as not to shock her system but rather aiming to melt. He wants to catch her up on their fun, but wants it to be a pleasant experience over all. No doubt, after it sank in she would be just as done in as he and the blue roan, but it would be a warm and sweet transition. Pulling back from her, he lazily smiles once again, voice a bit husky as he speaks. "A good time is not always seen, but felt. Wouldn't ya agree?" He gazes at her a moment longer, before moving back to stand near Shah ( but still facing them both), giving the boy a grin before he shoves his shoulder with his own, the gesture sorta like a manly clap on the shoulder shared between two ol' chums.
(Ooc: Sorry for the crapness, is late and I tired :c
oh and Reilly is Uber flirt xD)
