Tanek & Clara
"St. Maggie's Clues to the Best Kind of Booze..." Tanek grinned. St. Margaret sounds like a stiff and primmm lady, but St. Maggie's? She sounds salacious. Like she knows what's up!" There was a chuckle that tinkled through the sky.
It felt nice, her fingers playing with his hair. It sent jolts of muted pleasure through his body and his smile widened. He leaned in, his forehead - sweaty though it was - pressed against hers. "High as the eye in the skyyy. It's still a good party, though?" He looked in her eyes, her pupils as large as an anime character's.