Davin has a bottle of Guinness in his hand, because there's far less chance of him spilling now that he has a fair amount of whiskey warming his belly, and he's dancing through the crowd with a grin on his face. His shirt is completely lost to him, and there are swirls on his chest and shoulders, leading down them and narrowing to the base of his spine. The moles on his cheeks and neck are still connected like constellations, thanks to Mira, and his lips are glowing pink to match all the kiss marks all over his skin. He spots a girl dancing with awesome designs on her face, so he undulates his way through the crowd to stop in front of her, hips still moving.
"I like yer face!" He shouts, trying to be heard over the speakers. He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to her temple. His Irish accent is thick and lazy, thanks to the alcohol. "Your paint, I mean!"
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Date: 2014-10-13 04:33 am (UTC)"I like yer face!" He shouts, trying to be heard over the speakers. He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to her temple. His Irish accent is thick and lazy, thanks to the alcohol. "Your paint, I mean!"