[Oh dear. Eleanor the drunk has picked up a hot British dude and is letting him escort her down the hall. He's taking it all in stride, seemingly forgetting about his concerns (real or otherwise) as he can only think of his new companion.]
You said you wanted to go to your room, yes? Perhaps you should tell me where it is before we get lost.
[Eleanor's already hanging off of Dorian at this point. She's a little disappointed he isn't giant like all her fantasies are because then he could definitely carry her. But ultimately, she's going to get to fuck the sad away, so she can't complain.]
[True, Dorian may not look like a strong fellow, but he's sure he can make up for it with his charm and the fact he's the sober one. So, right next to the giant bird he goes.]
[Eleanor leads the way, snagging Dorian's hand to drag him in behind her. Then she stops, pulling him in so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders. Pressing up against his front, she peers into his eyes, smirking.]
You're from a long time ago aren't you? Like, the 1700's or whatever?
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Regrets event, Will probably contain smut from someone who's never written smut before.
You said you wanted to go to your room, yes? Perhaps you should tell me where it is before we get lost.
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First floor. Room six. Right by the giant bird.
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[True, Dorian may not look like a strong fellow, but he's sure he can make up for it with his charm and the fact he's the sober one. So, right next to the giant bird he goes.]
After you, my friend.
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You're from a long time ago aren't you? Like, the 1700's or whatever?
[Her smirk turns into a grin.]
I'm gonna show you how we fuck in the future.