She blinked a couple times, while and after sipping the delightful concoction Dio had provided, “Adonis belt? Is that what that delightful area is called? I always just called it the abdominal V,” at which point her voice lowered to into a seductive purr that while not aimed at anyone in the building, did attract the attention of one mortal nearby, “for vvvveerry, veeeerrrry nice. It just cries... Hey, hey sexy... put chocolate syrup on me and lick it off... slllooowwwllly.”
Oh dear, he was looking at her. “Hey,” she said over the rim of her mug. “Channing Tatum, before you go all Magic Mike, as Dio suggested, go have the DJ fix the track, okay?”
Ninkasi pulled out her phone. “Quick, group selfie before it gets too crazy and we forget.” With the passed out frat boys on the floor in the background and whatever else. It was going on her Instagram account. #nightouttillightsout #fratboyslightsoutalready #donotchallengeustodrinkingcontests #1tequila2tequila3tequilaMORE #magicmikecomingtothisbarsoon It probably wasn't the best idea, but she needed a night out like this. So did Bast. She barely saw her anymore!