04-26-2015, 01:44 PM
The bloody tree was laughing at him. No, with him, he decides. It says something ridiculous like it hasn't moved. Well, (he snorts and shakes his head, white and red hair flying) he certainly would beg to differ! He laughs, though, and realizes he was too far gone, and then reels his awareness back enough he can more clearly assess the situation. It is then he sees the blue roan boy, not tree, and is grinning widely as the other steps closer to sniff at him. His breath tickles the man's heightened senses, his skin a bit more sensitive than when sober. His reaction comes half-reflexive and all playful as he chuckles and aims a nip at the boy's neck, just behind the side of his dark head. The action, if he made contact, was not intended to cause pain, but likely just a playful graze of skin and fur. "Wha' ye do tha' for, fella?" And his tone is even less serious. He decides he likes this young man, which is why he offers to share his unique blend of goodness.
He chortles once again at the way the boy looks around in confusion. "Nah, this isn't somethin' ye'll find just anywhere." He grins crookedly, blue-green eyes glinting almost mischievously. And then comes a nod and a smile as he agrees to give it a try. It takes only a moment of concentration as he focuses on the boy, which he's just noticed has the strangest ears and tail and wonders just how drunk he's made himself or if he's actually seeing correctly. Reilly takes a deep breath and releases it, and with it, sends just a shot of his essence unto the boy. Just a taste, as promised. And in the same breath, takes another himself. Ah yes, the delightful sting at the back of his throat followed by the spread of warmth all the way through him. The slow burn that was simply delectable and addicting. He briefly recalls his first "sip" and wonders if the boy feels anything remotely similar. In his momentary bliss, Reilly had closed his eyes but opens them now (his pupils dilated lightly, the irises bright) and studies the blue boy. He gleams a bit, watching his reaction, before asking, "Want another?" Although this time, he doesn't wait for the boy's answer, already sending another wave of the good ol' black stuff. "Bluidy good, ain't it? Name's Reilly, by the way. Most call me the Irishman." Might as well introduce himself, though his new acquaintance may not remember after the night is through.
He chortles once again at the way the boy looks around in confusion. "Nah, this isn't somethin' ye'll find just anywhere." He grins crookedly, blue-green eyes glinting almost mischievously. And then comes a nod and a smile as he agrees to give it a try. It takes only a moment of concentration as he focuses on the boy, which he's just noticed has the strangest ears and tail and wonders just how drunk he's made himself or if he's actually seeing correctly. Reilly takes a deep breath and releases it, and with it, sends just a shot of his essence unto the boy. Just a taste, as promised. And in the same breath, takes another himself. Ah yes, the delightful sting at the back of his throat followed by the spread of warmth all the way through him. The slow burn that was simply delectable and addicting. He briefly recalls his first "sip" and wonders if the boy feels anything remotely similar. In his momentary bliss, Reilly had closed his eyes but opens them now (his pupils dilated lightly, the irises bright) and studies the blue boy. He gleams a bit, watching his reaction, before asking, "Want another?" Although this time, he doesn't wait for the boy's answer, already sending another wave of the good ol' black stuff. "Bluidy good, ain't it? Name's Reilly, by the way. Most call me the Irishman." Might as well introduce himself, though his new acquaintance may not remember after the night is through.
