Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

she was a brilliant, eager presence, and thus the hungover gucci had to squint to look at her.

he licked his whiskers, and cast a glance around her legs, at the rooms she had just come out of. at any other time, when his usual demeanor was not embittered, he would have thought nothing of it. now, ravaged by a mild headache, and recovering from having walked in on two separate occasions of public indecency the previous night, a single, scandalous thought occurred to him.

had akhtar robbed the cradle??

gucci looked back up at the girl, and now forced a more convincing expression onto his features. 

"hm, well now that ya mention, ah'd needja t' carry an invitation- but first," with a swaying flourish and one of his good smiles, he gestured down the main hall. "would ya accompany an ol' man on a short walk?"