Firefly Ravine Americana

D’oh, I messed up Merlin’s age. Edited my post! This thread is a hoot!

Oh Njord. Poor, simple Njord. His question to the other young man ignited raucous laughter to spill from the woman. She switched the dial from ‘cold’ to ‘extra spicy’ on the turn of a dime, and sauntered up to them with an amused (and hungry) sparkle in her eye. 

You think this cute one came from my kisa? Maybe I should be flattered. She looked them over like snacks. Did it just get hot in here? Njord turned to the other guy with a stupid grin on his face, unused to such attention. Good thing he had way better moves. The islander was not nearly as smooth at flirting.

Are you available? ’Cause I would not mind you adopting me. Damn, that was so good! Where did he come up with lines like that? I better take notes, Njord thought to himself. Suddenly, the limelight was pointing straight at him when Merlin jeered. If Njord didn’t have fur his face would have been beet red! He felt giddy. Maybe there were spores in that dirt he was sniffing, after all…

Njord couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that,” he agreed, trying to find the line between respectful and… jeez, did it really matter? Seemed the woman was in on the joke! He stole a glance at Valmúa’s figure, testing a newfound vibe within himself. “What’s yer name mama? You on the lookout to call someone your baby?” he asked, smiling at his own cheeziness and closed the distance between the trio.