Wil/Audrey/OPEN - 9:10PM
For a thousand years she had dwelled in her cave, quiet and patiently waiting for the right words to be spoken. Alas, a hero had finally been cast forth, uttering the magical word: bauble. But really she had been on the other side of the bar, eyeing Wil from a distance. Her chin rested on the table, and the blonde was eyeing him like prey. Moving off her seat, she snuck her way around many of the guests, keeping herself hidden to Wil’s eyes.
She had him. That beer—that beer was hers. If her eyes could dilate in that magnificent way cats’ do when they’ve locked onto their prey, they would’ve—along with that adorable butt wiggle. She found herself flying through the air as her arms landed on Wil’s shoulders. Wrapping her legs over she was now sitting with her thighs resting on either shoulder and her legs tucked behind his back for balance.