"Ooh, how 'bout me?" Davin's drunk enough to be happy, friendly, and flirty with just about everyone, and he's lost complete control of his Irish accent. He sort of sounds like he's fresh from the isle, and people keep lighting up when he talks to them. It's put him in a very good mood.
Well, that and good ol' Irish whiskey.
"I've been admirin' your work," he says with a small, flirty smile. He has kiss marks glowing all over his face and neck, with pink paint smeared across his lips. It's obvious that he's been having a good time. "I'd love to wear some o' it meself."
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Date: 2014-10-12 07:18 am (UTC)Well, that and good ol' Irish whiskey.
"I've been admirin' your work," he says with a small, flirty smile. He has kiss marks glowing all over his face and neck, with pink paint smeared across his lips. It's obvious that he's been having a good time. "I'd love to wear some o' it meself."