etrayalogs | A warrior and a rogue walk into a bar

"My group travels with a bard. I know some art is definitely a miss." And plenty of Scanlan's songs are scandalous. There were days when Vax was glad to have someone take the gnome's lute away from him.

Vax follows in step with her and proceeds up the stairs. "Sure, I like to dance. My friends and I always enjoyed a good party. Once I've had a few drinks, anyway." That definitely helps to loosen him up.

Edited (typo) 2025-08-24 05:02 (UTC)

“Convenient that I do recall pouring you a couple!” she remarks, wryly.

They’re halfway up the stairs, and when she’s three sheets to the wind, it feels like there’s a million left. She shifts her hand from his wrist to his hand proper, lacing her fingers with his.

“I want to see you dance, I need to know that you can keep up––“

And then she stumbles mid-step, careening sideways into him and just barely keeping upright for it. A laugh bursts out of her before she’s even steady again.

Vax is pretty drunk as well, and although he might take a spill at some point, he's not going to let her do it if he can help it. His hand keeps hold of hers at first, but when she bumps into him and nearly topples, he lets go of her hand in favor of putting an arm around her instead.

With a laugh he says, "Not sure you can handle a dance right now." They don't want to ruin the evening with an accident.

“I can handle anything,” she declares, still laughing, still climbing. If they both tumble to the bottom because of her leaning on him the rest of the way up, so be it, it’s worth it to press into his side.

The second floor is more utilitarian than the beautiful lounge, but it is a fair bit more private, with room after room. Sciel knows what she’s after, though, and that’s the karaoke booths. Doors, low lights, padded sofas.

She grins as eases her weight off his side and tugs him in.

"I don't doubt it." Hopefully that includes the stairs. Vax is pretty quick on his feet, though there are a couple of close calls. It's a relief when they reach the landing.

The club doesn't seem to have other patrons tonight, given how easy it was to help themselves to everything behind the bar, so they have the whole place to themselves. However, he does like how intimate the karaoke room is. The fact that it's already prepped with more booze for them to drink is probably not going to help them sober up.

Once he's tugged into the room, Vax finally stumbles himself right over to the couch and drops to a seat. Ooo, what's that? He picks up the microphone from the table and leans back, kicking his feet up, then speaking into the mic.

"Hel-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo... Sooo echo-y-y-y-y."

Sciel closes the door behind them before following him over, and for a beat, she doesn’t sit –– she just stands at the couch’s edges, watching him with a smile on her face. How silly it is, watching this tall, handsome creature sprawling himself out and goofing around with a microphone.

She insinuates herself right in his space, moving his hands out of the way so she can slide right into straddling his lap. She settles her weight down on his thighs comfortably. In her head this is a little sexy, her back arched, her hands settling on his abdomen, but when you’re tipsy, everything feels a little sexier than it actually looks.

“Hello,” she says, right back.

Vax moves his arms and watches her with a growing smile as she straddles him. Drunk or not, he's sure he would find her grab for attention sexy.

Holding the mic just to the side of his mouth he replies into it, "Helloooo..." He's going to put that down now because he's got a different distraction.

Given her position, she probably won't mind when he sits up enough to bring his face close to hers. Again, he smiles at their proximity, brown eyes hazy from the liquor and scanning her lovely face before he closes that gap of space to kiss her lips.

She chuckles under her breath as he puts the microphone aside, her hands roving up the bottom of his breastplate and over the chest, then up to find the sides of his neck. Her thumbs sit against the exposed crook of his jaw, his skin warm, and she decides she's drunk enough for kissing, even if it's personal in a way that straddling a relative stranger isn't. You only live once, maybe twice, after all. She sinks into it, briefly, pleasantly.

"You can touch me," she murmurs, just off his lips. "Anywhere but my stomach. OK?"

Suddenly, Vax is annoyed by his own armor. It's his prized possession, but it would be nice to feel her hands against his shirt rather than the leather breastplate. Oh well, who could have foreseen this evening? Not Vax, and he's got a little precognition. Maybe it was in her cards? It wasn't in his.

He enjoys how nice it feels. It's been a very long time since he casually got drunk at a bar and made out with a pretty girl. Sitting on the couch like this with her on his lap felt warm and intimate. He could easily get lost in it.

Her words send a new blush straight to Vax's face. Sciel can feel his skin flush under her fingers; his pulse picking up like a bird suddenly beating its wings. Second base? Scanlan would be proud.

Briefly, he looks down to her body and to her stomach when she says not to touch her there, and then he nods in agreement. The last thing he wants is to upset her. Again, Vax smiles as he tilts his face close to hers, his hands cupping her face gently in return as he kisses her, then moves his fingers back into her hair to feel how soft it is.

This wasn’t in her cards, not really, as she is not in the tendency of asking them if she’ll get laid, but maybe if she’d bothered tonight, they might have said something like take advantage of spontaneous opportunities or don’t let your anxieties hold you back. Truth be told, they could have told her to sit quietly and reflect on herself, and she might have gone out anyway. It’s just that kind of time.

It’s comfortable, astride him, the whole of him radiating heat and nervous excitement. She lingers close as he looks her over –– the tip of her nose brushing his, her eyes dancing –– and she slips back into kissing him. She takes one hand off his jaw just long enough to reach back and pull her hair loose of its ribbon for him.

Vax wasn't letting his moodiness hold him back right now. All the drinks probably have something to do with it, but more so than that, he genuinely likes her company. The physical stuff is just the icing on top of what he already considered to be a great night.

As she lets her hair down, Vax parts the kiss slowly so he can look, carefully brushing his fingers through her hair to bring it to its full length. It might be as long as his. Craving that closeness, his face tilts to the side of hers so his lips brush the lobe of her ear.

"Did I mention how pretty you are?" There's a little bashfulness in his voice, while his hands languidly slide down her back, absorbing her warmth. They go as far as her sides but always retreat before he gets near her stomach.

Her hair falls to her shoulder-blades in great big waves from being curled up on itself all day, and she cants her head to the side so can kiss wherever he likes. Her eyes flutter closed, and she hums comfortably, leaning into him so her breasts brush against his breastplate, content to press herself wholly to him.

“You did,” she purrs. “You’re such a gentleman.”

"Might be the first time I've been called that,” he jokes. But Vax isn't the type of guy who would take advantage of a woman, even a drunk one. In this case, he'd say he has permission.

Vax presses his lips along Sciel's neck, and when she leans into him, his hands move down to her rear, pulling her against him with a pleased sigh, which is followed by a nip of his teeth.

With her body against his, she might notice the intricate runes, a long-forgotten language carved into the leather of his armor and feel the soft raven feathers that adorn the shoulders of his cape. It's like hugging herself to a bird.

Oh, perfect to tease him with, then. She just chuckles, a low thrum in her chest that turns into the tiniest moan when his teeth graze her skin. When he pulls her tighter into him, she deliberately rocks her hips, grinding slow and firm; turnabout is fair play.

Speaking of breastplates: her hands are roving there again, over glossy black feathers and the little ridges of tooled leather, and they glide around the sides like she might find a buckle. She’ll admire it properly when she can think about something other than touching him.

“Does this come off?” she asks, slyly.

The sound of her moan is as intoxicating as what she's doing with her hips. Both send a shiver down his spine. His hips rock to meet hers with pleasurable friction, even between their clothes. If he had more nights like this, Vax probably wouldn't dislike Etraya quite so much.

There's a smile at her question. "For you it does." He leans back just a little so he can reach down and undo the buckles that keep the leather armor fitted to his body. Sciel helps the work go a bit faster as she finds one of those buckles to tug loose. Then the armor is lifted over his head, taking the mantle with it so both can be set aside.

Under the armor is a dark brown doublet Vax wears for comfort. With the armor off, he's probably as slim as she expected, but fit given his lifestyle.

“Aren’t I lucky,” she says, helping as much as she can, leaning back on his thighs just enough to give him space to pull it up and away. Her gaze drifts down him as soon as it’s out of the way, the smile on her face wicked. She hooks a finger into the closures of his doublet and pulls those loose too, like she’s unwrapping a present.

It’s fun, doing it like this –– sneaking off like teenagers, grinding together through their clothes in some dark nook, teasing, peeling layers off slowly.

Playful:

“What do you like most, Vax?”

Vax is most definitely the lucky one tonight. As she starts to undo his top piece, Vax sits up straight to lean toward her, his smile hovering in front of her lips. This does feel like juvenile fun, and the atmosphere helps with that. Faintly from outside the door, Vax can hear the thumping of music, like a rhythmic heartbeat. The room is comfortable and dim, too. Vax always feels more at ease in dark spaces.

Once it's unbuttoned, it's easy to slide the doublet off his shoulders. There may be a small scar here and there, but his skin is mostly smooth with defined lines of muscle.

"Most?" A soft chuckle. "That's a hard one." Or maybe he's the hard one now. He looks down her body, then reaches to undo the top layer of her clothing, but he remains mindful of not nearing her stomach area. "I like being close. I like.. being touched." His lips brush against hers. "I like to get my hands dirty."

Most! She laughs, too. What a man. She kisses him, mouth moving from his lips to his cheek and to the crook of his jaw.

“Well, I think we can arrange all of that,” she says, with another little rock of her hips against him, her hands sliding down his bare sides. He’s not as marked up as she would have guessed, but the abs are a delight to run her fingers over.

But it’s all better skin to skin. She takes her hands off him just long enough to help him get her shirt off, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop behind her. The tattoo meets in a deep V between her breasts, and a long and poorly healed scar slashes down from apex of her ribs to below the waistband of her trousers, which she moves to unbutton next.

Most of the marks he does have are old. He'd have more if it weren't for having such a good friend as a healer back home. They'd all be a mess without Pike's magic.

"I was wondering how far that tattoo went." Vax notes with some teasing to his voice, even if his curosity had been genuine. His brow knits at the sight of the scar, wondering about it and trying to determine how old it is or what weapon might have caused it. Perhaps that's why she doesn't want her stomach touched.

Vax's hands move to her hips to help her slide her pants down. "Not cold, are you?" Because he can't have that.

The scar is years healed, thick and raised, like the edges hadn’t been pulled together right. She watches his brows move and she cups his jaw, briefly, pulling his attention back up.

“If I get cold, I’ll just crawl underneath you,” she teases, lighthearted.

Removing her pants means having to get off him for a moment, but it’s a brief and worthwhile sacrifice to make to get where she wants to go. She rises up on her knees and slides back to her feet, not moving even an inch further away than she needs to. She lets him help her pants down, kicking them aside. It leaves her nude save for her bracelets and her boots, and the dagger strapped to her ankle.

She grins.

“What do you think? Should I have the tattoo extended all the way down?”

Vax lifts his gaze and smiles as he looks at her. "You don't have to be cold for that." She's welcome to get underneath him any time she wants.

It's a shame to have her moving any distance away from him, but he can lean toward her and help slide her pants down her hips. Once she's standing there out of practically everything she was wearing, he takes a moment to just admire her. Gods. He's turning red again. And his body sure likes what he's seeing.

"If you do, I might not be able to stop looking at it." He'd like to touch it, too. Run his hands over it, but he doesn't want to risk touching that area he shouldn't, so maybe just certain parts of it.

A deep breath, and Vax reaches down to undo his trousers, since they should probably handle all of this now so she doesn't have to get off of him a second time. Plus, his pants are getting uncomfortable.

He’s so sweet. She sees that blush and the tent in his pants and can’t resist leaning into cup his cheeks between her hands, an endeared look on her face.

“Well, let’s just say I’m very, very hot right now, then,” she says. If he can help her with her pants, she can easily help with his –– she sinks down to perch next to him, pressed snugly close, and slips her hand into the front of his trousers the moment he has them undone.

Vax leans into the touch, his eyes gazing at her as she cups his face and his pulse picking up when she says those words. Gods. Has he ever been this lucky in his entire life?

Vax's pants are edged down enough to give her the access she needs to touch him. There's a mix of a gasp and a grown when she does, and Vax leans closer to her, wanting to feel that heat radiating off of her body.

He tilts his face to kiss her again, slow and full, sealing their mouths so he might taste her with his tongue. His hand touches the top of her collarbone and snakes down, as if he could trace the patterns of her tattoo from memory.

Sciel fits herself flush to his side, angled so they can touch each other. The sensation of being skin to skin never fails to send a little thrill coursing through her. He's warm and battle-hardened, and she can hook a long, toned thigh over his knee to anchor herself to him while she strokes his cock. Her grip is sure, confident. It would be even without a drop of alcohol, but being drunk makes her completely incorrigible. Any other thought but getting laid slides neatly away; she just opens her mouth to him with little hum of a moan as his hand slides down her chest.

Vax turns his body a little more toward her so he can better feel her body pressed against him. The way her skin makes contact all the way up his side sends a shiver of excitement into him, and between his legs where she touches him. He likes that she isn't timid, even if he can't stop all the blushing. The steady movement of her hand gets a moan from him in return.

His hand tracing her tattoo follows a path down to her breast and spends its time there, feeling her chest, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. Was she concerned about her size? Vax likes her touching her and has no complaints.

With her leg over him, his other hand has an easy time locating it. He slides his warm palm up her leg and along the inside of her thigh.

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/cw for make outs

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/just slaps nsfw here

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