Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

She thinks the game is innocent in the wake of all that has happened.  Fire, she begins slowly as she feels her high becoming tapered and paper thin, is what my family nicknamed me.

She traces his jaw with her nose and plants a playful but halfhearted nibble at the corner where his beautiful bone structure meets the cup of his ear.  But, I go by Ceara.  She was taken more seriously that way.  

Ceara wouldn't press him for his name.  She was too tired to put up much of a fight, anyhow.