Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari/Drake - 4:45PM along the main street.
Aspel nearly snotted a laugh at the '...with more passionate intensity, if possible while lying on your back with your legs in the air.' but somehow managed to choke it back. Reaching for her glass of water, a long gulp of the cool liquid was taken, almost a measure to regain her composure that both Ari and Drake were much more accustomed to, she was certain, than anything else.
"Clearly," Aspel pointed with her fork. "your directors have never had sex, or at least none of any worth." Really, she couldn't help the comment to save her life. If it was any sex worth its time, limbs would be wrapped around, engaged with your partner, feeling and being felt. Having legs straight up seemed a terrible waste of time and sensation.
With that comment that may seem potentially out of character with present commpany, another bite of salad was stabbed and shoved in her mouth. If she were to keep any semblance of dignity this evening, she'd have to be a bit more careful about what ended up being said. A though of offering to climb up the building that The Armory was housed in came to mind, but Drake beat her to the punch and a simple nod was given. One of the two options certainly seemed the easiest bet. Swallowing down the bite, a bit more of the salad was pushed around on her plate absently. "Or I could contact Vivi, if The Duckling was the preferred route." An idle shrug followed. The other woman may be out for the day, but the handhelds did assist in working wonders.