♘: Getting a drunken kiss from your muse
All he heard was the phrase ‘free booze’ and he was there in a heartbeat. Someone had taken it upon themselves to treat all the bar patrons in Orgrimmar to a few free rounds and after all the attacks, most of these people needed a few free drinks. Who’s to say you couldn’t mix war with a bit of pleasure? It helped to keep the insanity away, for the most part.
After indulging in his few free rounds, plus a few more, he was feeling pretty damn good. The addition of a little bit of dust-laced thistle from some guy in the back of the bar made everything all the more enjoyable and Abra had reached the ‘point of giving no fucks’ (which really was just his normal state for the most part).
It was then he spotted the red-head across the bar, that was -totally- one of his dealers from back in Silvermoon, but why was she here? He’d probably be asked the same question. Of course that wasn’t actually his dealer, but his sense of facial recognition was not so keen from a distance and for some reason he had this bizarre tendency to mix up the redheads in his life.
He was on a mission now, surely she had good drugs on her and just maybe she’d be game for a bit of behind the bar hanky-panky. He shoved his way through the inebriated crowds before tapping the woman on her shoulder with a “Helloooo there, love.” And as she spun around, before she had a chance to say anything, his lips pressed right down against hers in an overly friendly greeting smooch.
It was only when he pulled away that he realized this was definitely not his dealer. His brow furrowed as he stared at the woman curiously before lifting a finger, “You….” He swirls his finger and points to her, “…are not who I thought you were. But if you’d like to do more of that..” He gestures between his lips and her own, “…I’m down.” It was more likely he’d get a slap than another kiss though.