A Flirt

"Of course I'd like to go to dinner with you! But, I can't. I already have something planned tonight. Maybe another time." Ledrya looked sad, and the man she was talking to her nodded.

"Alright. I'll see you around, then." He walked off.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the ground, leaning against a building wall, watching the crowd. "Never going to find the perfect guy. Smart, fun, cute..." She closed her eyes, thinking, dreaming up the perfect guy.

On a crate, outside of the bar, laid an odd creature. Davyn laid, curled up save a leg off the side of the crate. He snored lightly.

Her eyes moved to Davyn, and an eyebrow arched. "Interesting..." She walked over to him, and blinked, poking him.

The unicorn man grumbled angrily at her.

"Geeze, alright! I was just making sure you hadn't gotten hurt or something." She scoffed, and snorted.

He opened a lazy eye, "What?"

"You're sleeping on a CRATE. I thought you had gotten hurt somehow. Usually, people sleep on things called beds." She said, wondering what was with this guy.

He yawned and rubbed his nose, "This suits just as well."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But, if you're mistaken for a man whore, don't blame me for caring."

He raised a drooply brow, "Where did THAT come from?"

"Well, I'm sorry. But, some may think you're out here to be sold for a night or whatnot." She sighed loudly.

He shrugged, "As long as I can sleep."

She stared at him. Moronic lazy bastard... "Alright, let me get you a room, then. That way, you don't run the risk on injury..." She started inside, pulling a gold pouch out of her shirt, looking back to see if he was coming.

He had fallen back asleep.

She snorted again. She went inside, paid for a room, then went back out, dragging him in and up. She pushed the door to a room open and pushed him onto the bed.