10-07-2004, 07:19 AM
"Well here's to hopin' eh Pet?"
De said as he gazed over her more human visage. He'd seen it before, when he'd first arrived and he was trying to figure out which cat chick she was and whether or not he'd nailed her at some point. But even having seen it before it wasn't exactly something he was comfortable with. De's world had been filled with a wide spectrum of men and women (and certain transgender speices) that all had decidedly less that "normal" looking appearances, and he was used to that. Horns and tails and scales had all become commonplace to him, and for someone to go to such lengths to cover it up left him feeling a bit uneasy. Probably because such people were usually up to something.
Never-the-less there was a night of drinking and possibly whorin' to be had so he couldn't let something as minor as appearances disturb him now. There were ancient Australian drinking rituals he needed to mentally perform in order to get his liver ready, not to mention a few more contemporary Irish and Scotish ones as well. After all, De could get plastered with the best of them but had never had to suffer a hang-over since he was 15.
"So what's the plan then? A pub? A strip club? Pubs and strip clubs?" he asked as he turned his focus back to Mulder and Cam, not entirely sure he wanted to get sloshed with the former, but not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch up with Pet and the latter.
De said as he gazed over her more human visage. He'd seen it before, when he'd first arrived and he was trying to figure out which cat chick she was and whether or not he'd nailed her at some point. But even having seen it before it wasn't exactly something he was comfortable with. De's world had been filled with a wide spectrum of men and women (and certain transgender speices) that all had decidedly less that "normal" looking appearances, and he was used to that. Horns and tails and scales had all become commonplace to him, and for someone to go to such lengths to cover it up left him feeling a bit uneasy. Probably because such people were usually up to something.
Never-the-less there was a night of drinking and possibly whorin' to be had so he couldn't let something as minor as appearances disturb him now. There were ancient Australian drinking rituals he needed to mentally perform in order to get his liver ready, not to mention a few more contemporary Irish and Scotish ones as well. After all, De could get plastered with the best of them but had never had to suffer a hang-over since he was 15.
"So what's the plan then? A pub? A strip club? Pubs and strip clubs?" he asked as he turned his focus back to Mulder and Cam, not entirely sure he wanted to get sloshed with the former, but not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch up with Pet and the latter.