Lily scrunched up her nose and giggled loudly again. She was giggling, dear lord something was wrong with her. She nodded and felt his fingertips against her skin. She gasped and dug her teeth into her lower lip. “Another…really?” She said gently, her eyes wide and doe like. She kept a tight grip on his arm, everything seemed so different like this. The colours seemed to morph, the lights were too bright.
Yet she let him lead her to a rough looking bar. She stood close beside him, not wanting to be beside these rough men with their beady eyes on her. She hid behind the golden man mountain and watched him get her another drink. Her eyes were wide when they moved to the barkeep. He glanced at her and shook his head, she looked very much the innocent one. But her dress and hair style pointed her to be a Celt, she was not one from Rome.
She sat down, shuffling herself in. She liked that her back was to wall, she felt safe. She saw the large pint before him and her eyes went wide at the size of it. She reached out, placing both hands around it and raised it to her mouth. She heard his question but gulped down three large gulps before answering.
“Mmhmm.. Oh the torc…The torc…yes the torc..” She said with a smile as she raised her fingertips to trace along it. “It isn’t mine….well technically it now is. It belonged to his first. The blonde girl.” Lily hiccuped and shook her head. “My master sired another before me….He wont tell me what happened to her, all I know is that she is no longer. I was gifted the torc and its incredibly precious to him. It signifies that he is mine and I am his.” She said as if reading off a card. She picked up her mug again and took another gulp. “So……tell…me about you Golden man. Why are you so young….I would have thought such an older master would have many many more.” She said hiccuping gently and giving him a wide beaming smile.
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