She laughed at Khara's ink joke, recalling the incident in a more positive light in hindsight and through her current, growing alcoholic haze. If she had really thought about it while in a sober mood, she would have realised that it wasn't funny at the time, not at all. The scout probably hadn't enjoyed it at the time either but now it was possible for it to be a private joke between them.
She continued her dabbing, a look of great concentration on her face as she tried to remove the stubborn stain. She scrutinised it, staring hard and rubbed at it vigorously after awhile when the dabbing seemed futile. She was spreading it but she didn't seem to notice. All she knew was that it wasn't going away and getting rid of it was her own goal. The Dek who she'd taken the cloth from remained unnoticed, the huntress missing the signs of laughter that danced in his eyes and threatened at the corners of his mouth as he watched the scene. Anyone who looked over at them would get a very different idea of what was going on but yet Azira couldn't see it. It was annoying though that Khara seemed to be squirming. How was she supposed to rub in the right place if she kept shifting about? She was just making things more difficult and the Avora was growing close to complaining.
Her companion's stuttering stopped her actions, surprising her. Her eyebrows raised in question as she took in the Chiet's expression. Was she blushing? Why was she blushing? Well, it was Khara, she did blush a lot but it was still a little unexpected. There was normally a reason for such a thing and so Azira puzzled over it as she withdrew the cloth. Her eyes flickered between the scout's face, the cloth and the wine stain that had spread over the front of Khara's vinati. A crease appeared between her brows as she thought it over, piecing things together in slow stages.
"Oh. Oh! Yes, fine!" she exclaimed as it finally clicked into place. The cloth was dropped on the table. "Well, I can't be expected to clean up wine either, can I? That was silly of me to think I could clean that. Sorry. I've probably made it worse as well. Sorry," she added quickly, trying to patch things up. It was clumsy, it was sloppy and she was also sure that it was quite translucent. She was thinking a little more clearly now, the realisation of what she'd been doing acting as sufficient to knock a bit of sobriety into her. She also found that she was feeding off Khara's embarrassment as colour came into her own cheeks and her hands fidgeted within her lap until they found their way to the wine glass again.
What was left of the alcohol that hadn't been spilled was knocked back and poured herself a fresh glass, emptying the bottle in the process. She sipped at it, the alcohol seeming to provide some relief although that was only psychological for the moment. A hiccup escaped her halfway through the glass and she found herself giggling again. The hiccuping continued, nearly choking on the wine as she tried to drink it. There was just a bit more to knock back and she would have drank nearly a whole bottle herself. That seemed like something of an achievement to the huntress and it brought a smile to her face between hiccups and the occasional giggle. It seemed like a bit of silliness now, what had happened with the wine stain and Khara's vinati and so she felt more at ease again.
"I think... I think one bottle will do me. If I drink more... I don't need to drink more," she explained. She drank the last of her drink and stood up. "Did you want to- Woah!" The huntress almost fell over as the world spun around her. A hand on the table steadied her before she addressed Khara again. "Got up a bit too fast there. Did you want to stay longer? I think I'm done but you can stay. I don't know what you could do. Dance or something," she explained, removing her hand from the table and taking an unsteady step away, head still turned towards the Chiet as she prepared to go.
She continued her dabbing, a look of great concentration on her face as she tried to remove the stubborn stain. She scrutinised it, staring hard and rubbed at it vigorously after awhile when the dabbing seemed futile. She was spreading it but she didn't seem to notice. All she knew was that it wasn't going away and getting rid of it was her own goal. The Dek who she'd taken the cloth from remained unnoticed, the huntress missing the signs of laughter that danced in his eyes and threatened at the corners of his mouth as he watched the scene. Anyone who looked over at them would get a very different idea of what was going on but yet Azira couldn't see it. It was annoying though that Khara seemed to be squirming. How was she supposed to rub in the right place if she kept shifting about? She was just making things more difficult and the Avora was growing close to complaining.
Her companion's stuttering stopped her actions, surprising her. Her eyebrows raised in question as she took in the Chiet's expression. Was she blushing? Why was she blushing? Well, it was Khara, she did blush a lot but it was still a little unexpected. There was normally a reason for such a thing and so Azira puzzled over it as she withdrew the cloth. Her eyes flickered between the scout's face, the cloth and the wine stain that had spread over the front of Khara's vinati. A crease appeared between her brows as she thought it over, piecing things together in slow stages.
"Oh. Oh! Yes, fine!" she exclaimed as it finally clicked into place. The cloth was dropped on the table. "Well, I can't be expected to clean up wine either, can I? That was silly of me to think I could clean that. Sorry. I've probably made it worse as well. Sorry," she added quickly, trying to patch things up. It was clumsy, it was sloppy and she was also sure that it was quite translucent. She was thinking a little more clearly now, the realisation of what she'd been doing acting as sufficient to knock a bit of sobriety into her. She also found that she was feeding off Khara's embarrassment as colour came into her own cheeks and her hands fidgeted within her lap until they found their way to the wine glass again.
What was left of the alcohol that hadn't been spilled was knocked back and poured herself a fresh glass, emptying the bottle in the process. She sipped at it, the alcohol seeming to provide some relief although that was only psychological for the moment. A hiccup escaped her halfway through the glass and she found herself giggling again. The hiccuping continued, nearly choking on the wine as she tried to drink it. There was just a bit more to knock back and she would have drank nearly a whole bottle herself. That seemed like something of an achievement to the huntress and it brought a smile to her face between hiccups and the occasional giggle. It seemed like a bit of silliness now, what had happened with the wine stain and Khara's vinati and so she felt more at ease again.
"I think... I think one bottle will do me. If I drink more... I don't need to drink more," she explained. She drank the last of her drink and stood up. "Did you want to- Woah!" The huntress almost fell over as the world spun around her. A hand on the table steadied her before she addressed Khara again. "Got up a bit too fast there. Did you want to stay longer? I think I'm done but you can stay. I don't know what you could do. Dance or something," she explained, removing her hand from the table and taking an unsteady step away, head still turned towards the Chiet as she prepared to go.
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