Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Maybe something worth looking into." Another sip of the drink was taken, even at this slow pace, it was beginning to make her feel a bit lighter. A pleasant level of buzz beginning to circulate in her brain and limbs. "Could be an adventure." Innuendo laden amusement couldn't be helped, even if the statement was honestly, overly vague. "Do you?" A slender eyebrow arched up slightly. "Curious."
Another sip from the drink, which it was getting more and more tempting to simply toss back, was taken before following Ari's direction with her eyes. A low, warm delight lingered as the bard continued on, explaining each scenario before them. "Is inebriation levels related to performance or personal preferences?" Aspel couldn't help but eye the bartender with a certain level of mischief across her own features at the simple question regarding Ari's assertion of worth for those around them that she'd sleep with. "Get that pissed often?" The question was rather entertaining to think about, Ari stumbling around while trying to undress herself might be just as entertaining as watching her on stage. Admittedly, it would most likely be an entirely different type of entertainment. However, the sudden directness of Ari addressing Aspel's prospects earned a solid laugh. What the other woman assumed actually was completely incorrect, but the smith couldn't help but play along now that the game had been started. "But where would be the fun in that?"
And Aspel would have completely boughten the sorrow, the pitiful look and tear completely, especially with that pleasant buzz floating in her system. In fact, a little piece of her, deep inside began to rise up, beginning to become angered that Ari was being treated in such a way, the woman's honor tarnished, until Ari tacked on the part about knowing how the smith would buy her a drink. A barked laughter rose, before a shake of her head and feelings quickly diminished, being repressed and expelled with as much suddenness as they had risen. "Of course." A brief nod was given to the bartender, more gil slid across the bar top towards the tender. "A drink of her choice for the lady luck has blessed tonight."