ooc: Ach, and it's only after you reply that I see my idiotic typo/brain fart above. *groans* ...watched him go. Sorry.
"Not so much," Drake replied with a snort. He listened, gathering information as well as allowing the conversation to happen. This 'being social' thing, it was a conscious effort on his part. Not so much an effort, but it did require him to be almost constantly and consciously choosing to engage. It didn't quite come naturally to him.
Sioux? That was too bad. The chick was hot! Suddenly dancing boy's odds were getting better and better. Or maybe the redhead. Word was he was a she and a he. Best of both worlds? Worth considering. Panther girl was hot too. But he digressed.
"A thong? Y'mean like the sandals? Oh, that's that thing with the string up the crack of yer ass?" Drake rolled his eyes a little. "What's up with that? How is that sexy? It's a string, and it's gonna smell of ass, and not in a good way." He took a deep swig of his beer.
"Yeah, the folks at the Sequona Circus tried to get me to wear one when I was with them. A posing strap they called it." He smirked, and nodded at Tab, his eyes narrowing to mean slits as he told the tale. "They were persistent little fuckers too. Told them I'd be happy to wear it after I shattered their teeth and shoved them down their throats." He nodded. "Never asked me again after that."