"The goat dragged in," Pan announced sagely, as soon as he snapped out of his boobie-laced daydream. "What the goat dragged in," he said again with a devilish little grin. He was still proud of his former form, still reluctant to let it go. Even if it was easier to get girls with slightly less hairy legs, as Aaron surely had little brown curlies all over, he kind of missed his hooves and tail. Chicks dug the tail.
"Oh various boobies," he shrugged casually before his blue eyes darkened with mischief. "Maybe even yours," he snapped quickly, one hand reaching swiftly, aiming to grab and twist Eros' left nipple. What? it was a friendly thing. "Who's to say I'm not here for you and your pretties?" He asked the question with a suggestive lit, his eyes hooding, licking his lips as his thick brows wraggled up and down. Hit was a highly suggestive if not insanely silly expression, and it was nearly impossible to tell if he was joking or not. Odds were, even Pan himself was not sure if he was being serious or not.
"So, what's the haps?" He asked as he strolled right in, not waiting for an invitation. "How's it hangin'? Low, loose and full of juice, I hope." He dug into his back pocket and pulled out the plastic baggie of semi-legal narcotics and tossed it blindly towards his old friend. "I expect you to share that, it's a big chunk of my stash, you know." Everyone knew Pan was not in the most comfortable of financial situations, but he also liked to play that up. He tossed himself casually across the nearest chair, tangling fingers in his wild curls and letting his long legs sprawl over the arm rest. "Best lay you've had in the past week, GO!" It was a favorite game of his, describing the prettiest girl or most wild recent sexual experience as a competition. Pan would lose every time if he didn't chronically lie.