Aspel/Ari - 3pm. - COMPLETE
Ari made a displeased sound, almost a grumble as Aspel pulled away. This again? This was becoming laughable, or at least, it would be if it weren’t so sad. She turned an annoyed gaze at the catcallers.
The good news was that she didn’t know any of the four men by name. The bad news was that by the shock on their faces when they disentangled themselves, they seemed to be familiar with her companion (and by their large and bulky statures, she had to assume they were Aspel’s guildmates). “Oh,” one of them said, recovering from his shock and aiming a lascivious leer in their general direction, “Don’t let us deter you.”
“By all means,” a second piped up, leaning on his companion’s shoulder and watching them with glassy-eyed drunken curiosity.
Ari sighed. Their luck was just abysmal lately. “Sorry, boys,” she said in her most playful tone of voice, even adding a wink. Just because she was annoyed didn’t mean she was embarrassed -- and she knew the value of presentation, especially if these were drunken Fighters’ Guild members. “I’m afraid the show is over.” She even added a little curtsy for their amusement before taking Aspel’s wrist and tugging in the direction of the street. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here.”