Bois Night Out
Wanted to pair these two up for a while, and I figured something both sexy and wholesome would do the trick! Hopefully I’ll be able to get Zozu in a threesome with these two (they’re a trio of besties) whenever I get his model remade!
“Gosh, you’re so tightly wound, Ri. I brought you out to loosen up and have a good time!” Saran exclaimed as he sipped from his extremely fruity cocktail. His purple orbs peering at the Darkspear boy expectantly.
Ri’lael was in a constant tugging game with the front and back of his red plaid skirt. Both of them were wearing them, and they were criminally short. “Are you sure these skirts were a good idea? They don’t really cover anything…” Ri’lael muttered a little, peering at Saran’s purple plaid skirt, seemingly quite baffled that he wasn’t at all fussed about how little it left to the imagination.
”That’s the point, blue. You’ve been moping around Dazar’Alor while Jah’lih is on assignment.” Saran threw an arm around Ri’lael and tugged him close as he used his Gnomecorder to take a selfie of the pair at the bar. “The plan is we’re going to drink, dance, chat and then find guys -plural- to bang us until morning! Sound good?” Saran proclaimed, his question more rhetorical than anything, as it was clear this was the evening’s plan regardless of if Ri’lael agreed or not.
The Troll boy sighed at the very typically Saran plan before smiling with a firm nod. “Alright.” He affirmed.
”Thatta boy! Right, let’s get a lay of the land. Who are the potentials?” Saran thought out loud, his violet eyes peering around the club at the various handsome guys of all shapes, sizes, and races. “Oh, how about that human? He’s eyeing up your goods for sure. I like humans, their cute little ears are so funny!” Saran remarked.
Ri’lael shook his head. “No humans. Jah’lih wouldn’t approve.”
Saran blinked at that revelation. “Oh… why not?”
”Bad memories from the war. The battle.” Ri’lael said flatly, turning blankly from the human to look at his best friend.
Saran thought quickly on his feet, he wanted to keep his pal’s spirits up, and he understood. ”Stumpy round ears are out then. No big loss, he’ll probably say something lame like ‘well met’ or something.” Saran said with a cheeky grin at the troll boy.
It worked, Ri’lael chuckled. He appreciated Saran’s understanding, even if he was a bratty bombshell as Jah’lih often referred to him. He gave Saran a quick hug as they continued to scan the club.
”How about that Orc? I know you like it rough. You’ll be walking funny tomorrow, but it’ll scratch that rough play itch of yours.” Saran nodded sagely.
”Firstly, I told you about that in confidence, and secondly, I said liked it when Jah’lih was being rough with me.” Ri’lael explained, blushing a little at his words and the accompanying image in his head.
”Pfft. Taz’dingo Taz’dongo. Same difference.” Saran waved it off dismissively.
Ri’lael chuckled at that. “Taz’dongo isn’t a thing. You’re speaking nonsense.”
The pair of them erupted into laughter together. Snapping pictures, drinking their fruity cocktails and enjoying the night. It was going to be a long one, but a fun one! Ri’lael was so glad he came out with Saran, the Elf always had a way of making him feel better when he was low. It made the times he’d get him into trouble even worth it, too.
