Heron Lake Plateau Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica

After having spelt through the night peacefully, Bruges had awakened to find the fine, fiery lady still at his side. He remembered that her name was @Fire- simply because it fit her so well- and that they'd shared mushrooms and a bit of romance together. But the morning after wasn't exactly Bruges' specialty...Things like this were often simply a wham-bam-thankya-ma'am sort of deal for him, but for some reason, he couldn't quite bring himself to abandon this girl. Possibly because he wanted to string her along a little longer, and possibly because he did have, somewhere deep down, some semblance of a conscience. So once she awakened, he made the gallant and unusual offer to escort her back to the Plateau, where she lived...But without mentioning that he knew she lived there. He would allow her to guide him, as he wanted to avoid his brother, for now. 

He was antsy to get on his way and leave this vibrant and sweet woman behind, as he'd more or less lost interest in pursuing her once he'd gotten what he wanted from her. He didn't let on, however, and participated in the conversation as he always did- shamelessly flirting with her the whole time, occasionally touching the side of his hips to hers, and sometimes stealing a kiss when the air went silent between them. It was more effort than he generally put into the whole morning after deal, but this girl looked like she could whoop his ass if she felt betrayed, so he was going to make damn sure he avoided that. 

He could smell the borders as they approached, and he put on the brakes, not wanting to get too close. "I guess this is where I leave you," He said, a touch reluctantly. "But I'm going to steal one more embrace from you before I do," He said, even though he wasn't particularly interested. Still, he swept toward her, and pressed his chest against hers, and began to groom the soft spot behind one of her ears, as though he truely cared.