“He tried grabbin’ your ass,” Altair responded as he casually stepped on the man on the way out, “Ain’t his ass to grab,” He declared as they continued along. He had never seen Celeste drunk and the sight entertained him quite a bit. Altair couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, almost stumbling over a few times himself. His tail was the only thing that kept him steady as they started walking.
Altair had a dreamy look on his face as he thought about fighting in the arena on Rattatak, “Man, I’d have everyon’ chantin’ my name,” He said excitedly, “Maybe earn a favor,” Altair grinned at Celeste. The thought of something sweet sounded delicious and he imagined cakes and pies.
“Oh that’s…” He began as he saw the sign, moments before Celeste dragged him away. Normally he would have better judgment, but he was hammered as well. Altair followed her along to the vendor, forking over some credits to take a piece of the cake, “Damn this is so good,” He said as he scarfed down some more. For some reason this cake tasted absolutely exquisite, which isn’t what he expected down in the slums.
“Come onnnnn,” He slurred as he wrapped an arm around her waist and started walking down the street lined with stalls and vendors. The spice began to affect them almost at once. The stalls began to change shapes and colors came to life, circling and spinning all around them.
He spotted a wall and walked towards it, “That looks… so nice,” The wall to him looked like velvet. He walked over and started rubbing his face against it.
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