#digital-firefly

((Yes and no, kinda? I mean, people were trying to say Athena was bi back when the Pre-Sequel came out... when she’s strictly a lesbian. In some cases, it does matter.))

He may have been drinking too much. But hey, that’s what you were supposed to do at a party right? Give no care in the world and drink as much as you could before you blacked out for the night. Well, either way, it didn’t matter to Axton, he tried to have the most of fun he could at any event even if there were no drinks involved. His hand gripped the cool rakk ale throwing his head back the commando would finish another before motioning to what he figured was the bartender. “I would love to have another beer, but this time with the side of you.” His flirt caused a smirk to tug at his lips and a rather bubbly giggle to erupt from Axton’s throat. “You look a little different, Moxxi.” He slurs out after his vision makes an attempt to stop spinning. “Did ya change your hair or somethin’?”

((Sexuality is one of the touchiest subjects in the RP comm, I will admit. People want their representation, and saying otherwise is labelled as “-phobic.” But I’m not someone who should really be having a valid opinion about all of it anyway.))

“Oh jeez. No you don’t, you just wanna. Sit your ass down.”

Startled by her sudden approach, his first instinct is to ask what has gone wrong, if she is well and not in danger’s merciless grip. These thoughts and more sat upon his tongue, waiting to be lent a voice as well as volume but are ultimately smothered by the unexpected kiss bestowed upon his lips. A scarlet hue appropriately rises in his cheeks in response, taken aback by her forwardness to such an extent that his words pour forth first in a bumbling mess before he has the sense to stop and correct himself.    “Y-You consider drinking to be an urgent matter?” He was inclined to agree, given his preference for such heady drink. He could think of no better start to the day than consuming fine ale and blaspheming against his fellow gods. “Aye such are fine ideas indeed! Though, what do you mean by ‘skinny dip’?”

“Perhaps,” she says simply, committing to nothing, though also…not denying it, either. It is not in her nature to give herself this luxury of screaming her feelings into the wind and then having a few drinks to wash away the care. But perhaps…perhaps it would not be so bad to try. Once. Maybe.

“Though, compared to the rest of my people, I am considered young, despite having lived for what would be considered ten centuries in your world’s perception of time.”

Bobby took a raspy breath and tried to sit up, fumbling to try and put pressure against the deep gash in his torso with one shaking hand. “Did you get it?” he said hoarsely.