Assistance With One's Food

1 October 2016

00:31 Breythas suddenly barges into the club at a very fast walk, looking shockingly pale, and heads directly for the bar. He wastes no time in grabbing the nearest bottle of hard liquor (which in this case was vodka apparently) and starts to drink heavily. Was this the only place he knew of with hard liquor or just the closest?

00:36 Bryce Daeless wanders over to Brey, hopping up on a stool beside the dragon. "Hey mate, you all right?"

00:38 Breythas finishes chugging the bottle - having gone through half a bottle without even realizing it before turning to the otter, "I will be just as soon as this alcohol kicks in!"

00:39 Bryce Daeless blinkblinks, looking at the clear liquid in the bottle and frowns. "Huuuh... So did something happen?"

00:45 Breythas was, of course, still quite tubby from earlier, though it seems his dinner had at least settled into a more round shape. Perhaps the extra mass will keep him from getting as drunk as quickly? Was that still valid or has it been discredited? Breythas shivered a bit, "Some of the guys were screwing around with booze, grenades, and for some reason a box of mice. One of them ate a grenade thinking it was a mouse - you do NOT want to know what that looks like! Now there's investigations, incident reports, and enough paperwork to choke a whale! Or at least most of the people who frequent here... so yeah, that sight plus all the paperwork is why I'm drinking, don't suppose you know anybody here who likes the taste of paper? Or bureaucrats?"

00:52 Bryce Daeless takes a moment to process, then winces. "Oh, I can imagine already..." he says, shuddering. reminds him of that story from that scifi show, that ended with people who ended at the torso. "Sounds like a real mess, in many ways." Then he gives a little chuckle, snagging his own bottle, some cheap bourbon he can swig without feeling guilty. "It depends on the bureaucrat in question, really..."

00:54 Breythas says, "A four-foot tall nerdy little guy who calls himself Peck... and yeah, he's actually a woodpecker come to think of it... unimaginative surname..."

00:57 Bryce Daeless taps his snout, and the neck of the bottle, in tune with each other. "Mm, feathers tend to tickle my throat a little, but the size fits... You serious about it?" he asks, looking up.

01:08 GyroFeather wanders in and takes a spot at the bar next to the dragon and flicks his tail behind him as he orders a lemondrop. He gives both Brethas and the otter a wayve.

01:09 Bryce Daeless waves back to the peacock gryph

01:11 Breythas glances back up to the new arrival as well and then shakes his head, "Eh - eating the bureaucrat would create problems... and they'd just send another..."

01:11 Bryce Daeless clicks his tongue, then lets out another little laugh. "Shucks. And I was hoping I'd get a meal tonight, too. Gotta be honest, seeing you with that doe earlier got me a little pent up..."

01:13 Breythas snickers to himself while patting his gut affectionately, "Oh yeah, she was delicious in so many ways. She'll keep me going for a few days at least,"

01:13 Breythas says "But anyway, I'm sure there is somebody here you could eat

01:14 GyroFeather pays idle attention to the converstation as he drinks down his fruity drink. The tiercel sizes up the otter for a moment out of the corner of his eye and decides that he's likely of no threat to him. Finishing off his first one, he orders a second.

01:15 Breythas glances over towards the bird who suddenly caught his eye, then leans in to whisper to Bryce, "What about the gryphon?"

01:16 Bryce Daeless glances around, talking in the patrons one by one. There are the two gryphons, one big and one small, the zebra, far too big as well, and that's about it. He turns his head back to Brey and makes a face, sucking a breath in through his teeth. "He's the most manageable-looking one around, and to be frank I kinda want to see him gone, he's been pretty rude to me before, but... I dunno, even he's a little out of my size range. I mean he might fit, but I'd never be able to get him down without more force than I can make..."

01:18 GyroFeather was engrossed in waiting for his next drink to come and only catches the tail end of the two hunched together. Obviously whispering...and he catches a glance his way as well. The bird ruffles his feathers slightly and then slides on over to the next seat, putting a little bit of distance between him and the dragon. He rather didnt want to take the chance of not making it home this evening.

01:21 Breythas glanced over to the gryphon and then back to Bryce, considering for a few moments the possibilites. Then the dragon has an idea, "If it's a force issue, maybe I can assist with that? I've already eaten and doesn't seem like good manners to leave my friend with an empty belly," he stated with a grin before patting the otter on the belly, "I mean, wouldn't be the first time I squeezed something that seemed too big into a space that seemed too small,"

01:23 Bryce Daeless squirms away from the poke, batting the offending claw with a paw, but he does smirk, glancing back to Gyro as well. "Really? Well that would make things a lot easier..." he purrs, pondering the situation, then he turns back to the dragon and stretches. "All right, then, you get up and head to the bathroom, and wait in there a few minutes. I'll head over and say hello a little while after, and while he's distracted you can just snatch him from behind, right? Oh, and thanks, by the way. I really appreciate it~"

01:25 Breythas nods, "What are friends for? And don't worry, I'm the soul of discretion," he says as he gets up from his seat, taking another swig of vodka, then going direct to the facilities. Helping his act was the fact that... he just downed a half bottle of vodka in one go!

01:26 GyroFeather settles back into his seat and lets his tail dance behind him, catching the light with its healthy sheen. He sips upon the new drink that arrived upon him. The gryphon relaxes as the more threatening dragon seems to wander off.

01:27 Bryce Daeless gives the dragon a few moments, then sits up and glances around, clicking his tongue in a show of annoyance before he rolls from the couch and wanders over to the bar, hopping up onto a stool beside the now relaxing gryphon. "Evening, Gyro," he says, glancing behind the bar. "how's the day been treating ya?"

01:29 Breythas was not really acting all that much heading to the restroom - he'll be in there for a few minutes indeed (thank you alcohol!)

01:29 GyroFeather watches the otter make his way over towards him and then raises a claw again in acknowledgement. "Oh, its going well enough. Just got off of a night with magic with the mates, and everyone gone on home now, well except me. I decided to come here for a bit to blow some of my winnings~ How about yourself, you ole' water weasel."

01:30 Bryce Daeless perks a brow, the gryphon being surprisingly cordial to him tonight; he even got the species somewhat closer to being correct. Right family, at least, anyway... "Oh, I'm doing all right... A little hungry, not much around here that offers a good meal for a little soul like me, but otherwise... Just making do. I take it you did well in your game, then?"

01:33 GyroFeather never meant any harm to the otter when he spoke to him and took it as light teasing. The bird pats a claw on the bar and then orders up a cheap scotch for the otter. "Ya, I did pretty well~ Swept the entire little tourny. And not much indeed. You're a little small to be able to find much luck here I imagine, unless you eat your little rat friend."

01:40 Bryce Daeless has a relatively blank expression on his face, but beneath the mask of indifference he's practically seething! For a scot such as he, the fact that the gryphon would get him a cheap scotch - nay, a [b]blended[/b] scotch! - was tantamount to insult. And the things he says about Chip... "He's a mouse," the otter replies, doing his best to keep his tone civil as he takes the tumbler of cheap scotch in a paw and swirls it. "And I wouldn't do that.. he's too much fun to keep around."

01:42 Breythas had already finished his business and poked his head discretely out of the bathroom, it looks like the gryphon was focused on the otter... who looked blank and... aw hell, did he really order from the well? Cheap fuck... If there was any chance of the dragon feeling guilt about this it was gone now! He started out, making his way back towards his barstool while watching the gryphon out of the corner of his eye. If the bird turned, it would look like the dragon simply had no interest, Breythas intending to change his course at the last possible moment...

01:45 GyroFeather had absolutly no interest in the dragon now as he leaves the bathroom, instead focusing on his new companion. The bird had absooltutely no clue about scotch, as that was not at all his drink of choice. "Mouse then, and I suppose he does rather seem like an interesting character. That's probably why he manage to make it out of her time and time again."

01:48 Bryce Daeless nods. He takes the tumbler to his snout, lets the amber liquid touch his lips, and then puts it down again without ever having actually taken a sip. He can see Brey approaching, but he doesn't look at the dragon, instead focusing his gaze on Gyro. "Interesting and altogether decent. Besides, we're both from the same side o' the pond, and around these parts folk like us tend to stick together. Who else could I chat to about footie, or rugby, or the price of fish and chips?"

01:52 GyroFeather brings his own fruity drink up to his beak and tips some of the bright yellow liquid out into it. His wings quiver at his side as he begins to look over the otter, in a way the bird hadnt really before. He really did have a charming look to him. Gyro gives a little snort in response though, "I care plenty about the price of fish and chips too. The best place in town just raised their rates again. though I know not what footie is."

01:53 Breythas did an immediate heel-turn and in a few seconds he was right behind the gryph. The dragon immediately set his hands down on the poor creature's haunches. He was a small thing compared to the dragon, not so small that he couldn't try and squirm his way out, but small enough that Brey DEFINITELY had the power advantage, "Hey guys, what's going on here?" he asked casually. If the gryphon recognized the danger and tried to flee, he'd find the dragon's grip would suddenly get a whole lot tighter. For now though, he would let Bryce make the first move.

01:56 Bryce Daeless grins up at Brey, showing off his sharp little teeth, and gestures to the gryphon. "Oh, not much, Gyro here and I were just discussing a couple of things. Like how there's nobody around here who I could make a meal of, for example, but I think I'm about to prove him wrong!" He gives the dragon a very definite nod, a signal to proceed, and then his gaze turns back to Gyro. "'Footie' is football. Association football, not this gridiron shite you like to play over here."

01:59 GyroFeather feels a little shiver up his spine as he sees the otter give a toothy grin at the dragon. He begins to squirm a bit in the grip, trying to get himself out from being sandwhiched by the two of them. "Would you mind backing up a bit please? Your talons are right against my butt and I'd much rather Bryce here in such a position than you," he says with some indignancy to his voice. He then meets the otter with a bit of a shrug. "There's no one in here to eat I think...and I couldnt care less about sports anyways. Neither one is great in my book."

02:02 Breythas suddenly grabbed Gyro hard in response to his squirming and lifted the gryphon up in the air, dangling the poor creature head down over the bar and right over Bryce's head. The dragon scoffed at the gryph's panicked comment, "Alright, you serve my friend crap liquor, doubt his ability to find a meal, THEN you knock BOTH varieties of foot ball? I'm sorry little guy, but there are rules about this sort of thing and we must all respect rule of law and pay appropriate penalties," he stated sarcastically. He lowered the gryphon down over Bryce's head, glancing down to the otter, "If you will do the honors?"

02:06 Bryce Daeless laughs, a harsh sound coming from the little otter's mouth as he looks up at the dangling gryphon, a slight flush on his cheeks. Oh, he can't deny it's nice to know that Gyro would think of him that way, and maybe the gryphon's words were only ever in fun, but Bryce has other things on his mind now, and he nods to Brey, grinning wide. "I'd be delighted to, if you wouldn't mind providing that valuable assistance~" he sniggers. Before that, though... He strokes a paw along the bottom of Gyro's jaw. "Don't take it [b]too[/b] personally, Gyro... I'm just an otter with a big appetite that needs filling~" With that, his jaws part, and he gapes them wider than an otter his size has any right to, giving the hanging Gyro a wonderfully detailed view of his glistening gums and twitching gullet as he waits for the dragon to lower his meal down to him~

02:08 GyroFeather squawks loudly as his blue furred rump is hefted up into the air, causing his front half to dangle down. His wings begin to flail in the air as he squirms to get free of the talons and his feathered tail lashes against Brey's face. "Put me down you brute, and the fact that I bought him liquor at all should be seen as something nice. Its the same stuff he drinks all the time I think. Scotch." His eyes go wide as he finds himself staring down the pink fleshy entrance ringed in sharp white teeth that lead down to a dark black tunnel. He can smell the alcohol on the otter's breath nd makes a face at the stale scent. "H-hey! No let me go! I even bought you a drink!"

02:16 Breythas couldn't believe his ears! It's all the same? PHILISTINE! "OK, yeah, I'm going to enjoy this way more than I should..." the dragon admitted as he lowered the bird into Bryce's waiting jaws. The dragon let gravity do much of the work for now, his arms mostly slowing the gryph for the time being rather than forcing him down - didn't want Bryce to choke afterall! When Breythas heard the wet squish of beak to flesh, he allowed himself to apply a bit more force. He made occasional glances to Bryce as he lowered the gryphon to his well-deserved fate, making sure he wasn't being TOO forceful. As the dragon considered his position, he realized there was nothing stopping him from having a little fun with the food as well. Breythas leaned in to slide his tongue between the gryphon's legs, trying to coax the creature's cock out. No matter your crimes against liquor, one should not go into a stomach without at least some pleasure.

02:20 Bryce Daeless doesn't have a chance to correct Gyro, to point out that he bought blended scotch, and that the otter usually picked stout as his drink of choice regardless, because after a moment his maw is filled with gryphon, first feeling the sharp beak in between his jaws and then the tickly feather of the purple head. As ever, there's the taste of grooming oils on those feathers, and Bryce finds himself wondering just what flavour the silly, vain old bird had picked tonight~ He lets his tongue press up under Gyro's chin, giving a short thumbs up to Brey as he tastes his meal, and then he swallows once, a wet, thick sound that pulls the beak into his throat and starts to stretch it over the peacock head. So far so good, he thinks as humid puffs of air wash from his mouth over the feathers, and the fishy, alcoholic scent of his breath fills Gyro's nose. But this is just the start. Soon he's going to be struggling, he's sure of it...

02:28 GyroFeather arches and twists to stop himself from ending up beak first into the hot smelly gullet of the otter, but he feels the dragon readdust and reposition him so that the hard snout presses into the soft flesh of teh creature's tongue, instantly smearing him with the foul slippery saliva that lined Bryce's mouth. He hears a gentle uncomfortable squelch as his face presses into the soft flesh and then with a gulp, it opens up to drag him down into the otter's powerfull gullet. His hind legs kick in the air and his tail thrashes as he squirms to escape from his fate. His talons reach down, swiping blindly at the otter and grazing over his fur. It seemed that this evening the bird had used a grooming oil called sea breeze that smells and tastes of nearly the same, a lighter one than what he usually wnet iwth. As he suddenly feels the hot slick tongue of another underneath his tail and between his legs, the bird stiffens in surprise. Though at the same time his sheath gives a little twitch from the rather unwelcomed stimulation. Muffled noises of protest come from Bryce's mouth, though with his beak held shut by the muscles, everything was unintelligible.

02:37 Breythas wasn't sure if those were sounds of enjoyment or not, but Breythas wasn't about to question it. Though, he did mind the sudden swipes, and immediately broke his attentions to pin Gyro's arms to his sides. The gryphon was not quite small enough that Breythas could accomplish this with one hand, and the dragon had to roughly manhandle the bird and grip both his arms tight. He was tempted to just cram the fighting creature down onto Bryce's stomach and be done with it, but resisted. He slowly pushed the bird down, wet squelches echoing through the club as Bryce continued to swallow down Breythas's offering to the little otter. Soon, the dragon saw the shoulders press into Bryce's maw, and this would probably be the hard part of the whole process. The dragon braced himself, shifted his position so if needed he could combine his own weight with muscle power to force the gryphon down further...

02:43 Bryce Daeless is taking deep breaths by this point, eyes mostly shut, only a sliver of white and green showing between his eyelids. The gryphon is most certainly the biggest he's had to handle, but in some strange way? He's one of the most rewarding, even so soon into the act. The way that the head along stretches his gullet out, making his neck bulge with the almost grotesque outline... Just exquisite~ But now comes the hard part indeed. He braces himself, letting his throat muscles start to pull their own weight; up until now he's been not so much swallowing as just letting the gryphon slide in with Brey's effort. One swallow that almost chokes him, and he's started on the way, but he has to breathe hard through his nose as he gestures Breythas to push harder, combining their efforts. Just one good swallow and push, that's all it ought to take...

02:51 GyroFeather turns his claws out and digs them into the scaled arms of the dragon even as his front legs are pinned to his sides. Attempting to draw blood, he rather hoped that his claws would pierce the flesh and cause Brey to release him and give him ample opportunity to escape. The dragon's claws dig and press into his body as he feels it struggle to take away his movements, but still the bird puts up a valiant effort all the while. The hot flesh that streches over his face fits him like a glove, clinging tight to his form and causing it to strech out with his vague shape. As he feels his shoulders rather stuck against the otter's mouth he grins to himself. It seems that perhaps bryce has bitten off a bit more than he can chew after all. The hind legs kick out, and his wings spread wide, eager to provide yet another obstacle, even if the otter makes it over his first pair of shoulders.

03:00 Breythas lets out a grunt of pain as those claws dig into his gut. Breythas knew he should be keeping away, but his gorging himself earlier made that all but impossible until his body had a chance to process it all. He gripped the gryphon's wrists now, using his superior strength to force the gryphon down. He grunts a bit, his weight being added to his muscle power, hoping Bryce could handle it. With a wet "pop!", the gryphon's shoulders were at last passed the otter's jaws and into the throat. Breythas took a few moments to shift his grip again, the forearms could still flail about uselessly, but they were no longer a threat. Still, the dragon was quite irritated. He found that the bird was now spreading his wings... when it rains it pours it seems. Breythas grabbed the bird's wings now, having to climb onto the bar to get a better angle, still trying to force feed him into his friend. He struggled a bit with trying to compress the wings, grunting with effort as they seemed difficult to catch. There HAD to be an easier way of dealing with these things...

03:08 Bryce Daeless grunts, then moans as the broadest part of the bird so far pushes its way into him, stretching the otter out. He takes a moment to recover, motioning Brey to give him the time, and then he gives a smaller gulp, easing another few inches of bird into his gullet. Though by this point he's almost at the cat part, though he can see the wings in front of him, see Brey's struggle to hold them down, and he shakes his head. Oh, there was an easier way, but he was damned if he could think of it at this point. Another swallow, and his jaws and brushing the roots, and if the dragon has a way to deal with them then he'd better do it fast, or else the whole attempt is doomed...

03:13 GyroFeather squrims as he feels the pressure on his shoulders increasing, pressing him harder against the muscles of the throat. Suddenly, they give and he squawks in surprise, a different muffled noise from teh ones he'd been making moments before. He feels an incredibly tight sensation against his shoulders as his forelegs are then compressed to the sides by the tight tunnel. Gyro feels himself sinking lower and lower till the otter's lips come to rest against the arm of his wing. Gyro struggles and strains to keep his wings held fully out, and does a relatively good job in fighting back the efforts of the dragon, despite the pain he felt in them. The swallowing is loud in the bird's ears, drowning out even the steadily approaching thumping of the otter's heart and his light breathing. Even the gurgling sotmach seemed overwhelmed by the souds.

03:22 Breythas shifted his grip a bit. This was a problem, but one that was solvable... Breythas reached to just where the wings met the gryphon's form, and started there. He slid his hands back along the gryphon's sides, not enough to pull, but trying to hold the wings closed the same way he would sometimes see pet-store owners or falconers hold the sides of a bird to keep them from being able to fold the wings out. There was a bit more power behind these wings than those other animals, but with a few grunts of effort, was able to roughly fold the wings down against the gryphon's cat-like body. He held the animal's sides from above, looking like he was about to teabag the pair or something (well, if he HAD a bag, and weren't wearing pants). As soon as Bryce indicated he was ready, Breythas squatted down, pushing the meal into the otter's gullet, using primarily his weight against the evening meal.

03:29 Bryce Daeless has steeled himself for this next push, and the only sound he makes as Gyro is forced in even deeper is a long exhale through his nose, paws coming up to help guide the gryphon inward. It's a slow and steady push, punctuated by the occasional gulp, but for the most part the otter just lets Gyro slide inward without too much effort on his own part. As the wings slide in, tickling at his cheeks and gullet, he manages to catch Brey's eye and winks, despite the tears that are welling up in the corners of his own; tears of simple exertion, not any pain. Inside, the conditions are only getting worse for Gyro. The heat is rising around him as he nears the otter's core, and the sounds of a beating heart ring even louder in his ears now that there are no sounds of swallowing to drown it out. It becomes the sole thing in his hearing for a moment, seeming to thrum all around, making his body pulse in time with it, until his beak pushes at a tight ring, and then eases through, and the sour stench of acid becomes the new pressing concern...

03:35 GyroFeather feels a change in leverage as the dragon climbs onto the counter, and then again feels the talons pressing at the sensitive joints in his wings. He shudders and fights to keep them open, but the powerful rubbing and massaging soon has his silky smooth feathers pressed up against his sides with the talons holding him closed. Another gulp around him and he slips a little deeper into the hot pulsating tunnel, bringing his wings into the lips and then the gullet and holding those shut just as well. The strain in his body is intense as he feels the weight of the other pushing him downward into a throat that only just gives to accomidate his sinking form. As his beak pushes into the next chamber the bird seems to find a renewed sense of struggle. THe hot acrid scent of the acid assaults his nares and burns at the insides of his nasal cavities, bringing his hind legs out into even more desperate kicks. Soon enough, at least, he feels the pressure on his beak let up. "S-spit me out! Cough me up! I'll make it worth your while!" He calls out through the many layers of hot flesh.

03:45 Breythas is forced to kneel down as the gryphon's head starts to make a noticable bulge in Bryce's gut. The dragon took a couple moments to catch his breath, before wrapping his arms around the gryphon once more. He gives the sheath of the gryph another teasing lick, perfectly positioned to start teasing... before the lets kick out. With a sigh, Breythas returns to his duties, grabbing the hindlegs of the gryphon and pulling them up, locking them out before pushing down again. His actions don't do anything to stop or even really slow the bird's descent into the stomach, but oh well! He looked down at the otter's bulging gut, the struggles, and had to admit he was getting more than a little turned on. There was something about having this level of control that the dragon liked - of course, if the damn bird would just stop moving he could enjoy this more! Breythas however continues his work, he'd take care of his own business later...

03:51 Bryce Daeless reaches out to steady himself against the bar, his gut swelling at an impressive rate as the gryphon is pushed further and further in.. Soon he doesn't even really need Breythas' help, not that he's complaining about having it, and he can only chuckle at Gyro's plea. By this point, the otter is even sure he [b]could[/b] get the gryphon out, even if he did have something that could tempt the otter more than this meal~ The rump is in his jaws now, legs kicking above him, and his stomach is getting increasingly cramped for Gyro, who's forced to curl up inside it, already pressing hard against the walls that smear slimy acids over his plumage. Then the otter steps back, taking an unsteady pace away from the dragon, and with a few massive gulps that are aided by gravity he swallows the legs down, leaving only the toes outside of his maw. And at last those too are swallowed, Bryce looking less and less stable on his feet by the second as the swelling in his neck is funnelled into an impossibly tight stomach that bulges bigger that the rest of him, the gryphon's form clearly on display, every curve and squirming limb, and the otter looks decidedly front heavy~

03:58 GyroFeather squeals momentarily, before his beak is shoved down into hte shallow pool in the stomach, giving him a rather unwelcomed taste at the sour bile that he would rather quickly become apart of if he couldnt find a way out of there. He gets some up his nostirls, feeling the burning in his nasal cavities increasing, until another gulp forces him to begin to curl, making him break the surface. He gasps for air, feeling himself continuing to sink even out side of swallwos as the weight sits heavy on his hind legs. His kicking is rather feeble and proves to be ultimately frutiless as he feels the lips close over his hind legs. Only his feathered tail briefly shows as the tongue presses against his soles and shoves him down into the greedy gullet, and then soon after that, the rest of him is forced into the stomach. His form wiggles and fights against the powerful muscles that squeeze against him and roll over him. Once again the bird is too cramped int he beak to more than make muffled protests.The slime inundates every inch of him, and some of it was more irritable then others as he felt patches of his fur and feathers itching already from teh constant assault.

04:03 Chronos G Echo walks in, looking around the club before sitting down at the bar, tapping his hands against the bar to the beat of the music coming from his earbud. To others though, he might just look silly.

04:05 Breythas pulls the otter up against himself, gently massaging his stomach and relaxing with him, "So, enjoy your meal?" he asks as he eyes the top shelf of the bar, "And think we should send down top-shelf scotch so he is at least enlightened as to proper liquor before he goes out? Or maybe go with stout so he understands what you actually drink?"

04:10 Bryce Daeless leans heavily on the dragon to keep himself more or less upright, a soft groan being his only response for a moment as his paws squeeze and stroke over the curves and bumps of the gryphon inside him. The walls do their best to knead the still squirming form, but there's only so much they can do when stretched so far, and while Gyro has a fairly even coating of acids over him at the moment, later stages of digestion may be a little...piecemeal. And the tingle and itch is surprisingly strong in there, fur and feathers starting to pull away to reveal bare, pink skin. Or they would, if there were any light in there for the gryphon to see. "Urp... 'Enjoy' is a strong word..." he says at last, panting. "Heh, though I think I'd say so, aye. Just... Y'know that feeling when you overeat, and you're really glad you did but at the same time you kinda hate yourself?" He swallows hard. "Scotch would be best, I think... I can't face a full pint of stout right now..."

04:11 Chronos G Echo looks over to Bryce, shaking his head a bit. "Well, first day here, didn't take long for me to see somebody end did it? Hah!"

04:12 Breythas chuckles a bit as he pats his belly, "I know the feeling quite well, though I think my stomach has gotten used to it," he states for the moment as he glances around - no bartender on duty? The dragon slowly slips out from behind the otter and grabs some top-shelf liquor, pouring a glass before tossing it to the otter, "If there were any light in there I'd suggest sending down a note first," he grins as he looks over to the gecko, the filled dragon waves in friendly greetings.

04:15 GyroFeather grunts and squawks softly within Bryce's belly, though it sonly soft because of how muffled his noises were by the thick layer of flesh. He could feel himself begining to sweat inside the stomach, adding his own liquid to the chamber. As he feels Breythas's talon upon him, he quivers as it was just exactly over his sheath, sending abother shiver through his body. He coudl hear only half the conversation as Bryce's voice practically enveloped him each time he spoke. He really hoped that the otter would bust as he offers his weak squirming inside the stomach. Some of the more exposed areas he could feel the squeezing muscles and steadily working acids pull his feathers from his body.

04:18 Chronos G Echo waves back to Breythas, smirking a bit. "Hey there, i'd like just a simple coke on the rocks, and perhaps a little bit of backstory on what happened to... well... that!" He points to bryce's Belly, before winking to the otter himself. "Not to offend, but you don't look the part for overpowering someone, heheh."

04:21 Bryce Daeless lifts the scotch, peering at the dark amber nectar within the glass, and then knocks it back in a single, burning swallow. Perhaps sacrilegious, but the best way to deliver the message. The warm liquid heats him all the way down, and splashes over the gryphon, stinging where it lands on bared skin that's already feeling acidic touch. Despite Gyro's attempts to pop the poor otter, the squirms actually feel rather nice, making him purr in a content, sleepy sort of way as he looks over to the gecko. "You'd be surprised what some wee men can do, lad~" he says, playing up his accent for a moment and winking back. "Though I did have a bit of help from my pal there," he says, nodding to Brey. "And on that note... I still feel kinda pent up, but I think I might fall asleep before I hit my peak..."

04:25 Breythas chuckles a bit as he glances over towards the Gecko and nods in affirmation of what Bryce said, "Yeah, basically, he was hungry and needed a little help," the dragon stated with a grin. He looked to the otter and nodded, "Alright, rest well then - if you fall asleep here I'll make sure you get him safe," he said simply before looking to the gecko, "Also - I could not stand the gryphon's blasphemies"

04:26 GyroFeather hears a little bit of gulping and then feels the liquor pour down on top of him, making him yelp where the hot liquid runs over the exposed patches of skin before he feels it pooling down at the bottom of the stomach, joining the slowly growing pool of acids that the stomach churned into him. The pool really was more of a think layer of liquid between him and the powerful muscles of the flesh, whcih grew at a pace faster than comfort for the brid, coating more and more of his flesh in the stinging lilquid, and drawing more fur and feathers from him. The alcohol fumes sting his lungs as well and leaves him coughing up a storm. Already the hostile envireoment was starting to take its toll as the gryphon's movements slowed. He certainly wouldnt be much longer.

04:26 Chronos G Echo just sort of lazes on over to the otter, giving his belly a firm rubbing, sort of the only way he'll ever get to know much about the gryphon inside, but besides how he felt inside the otter's belly, he didn't really seem to care. He would look over to Breythas, chuckling a bit. "Aww, you two double-teaming the poor thing probably didn't do him many favors. Then again, if he was a particularly annoying one, you might have just done the rest of us a favor!" He would ponder a bit at the otter's words, before chuckling to him. "You know, that'd be an awfully big shame if you went to bed without getting the full benefit of a squirming meal. Maybe i can help you with that problem, sort of a way of getting to know you better~ Oh, don't worry about him Breythas, i can just take him back to my place to stay the night... this seems like the kind of otter i want to get to know better over the next few days~"

04:29 Breythas frowns a bit at Chronos, "This is place where people go to eat other people... and you want me to just let a total stranger take my friend back home? Look, if he's cool with it that's one thing, but you'll forgive me if I'm skeptical," the dragon stated, looking at the gecko with suspicion.

04:30 Bryce Daeless smiles at Brey, then turns to the gecko who starts stroking his belly, and lets out a soft hum. "Well that's awfully generous of you, but I think... I really ought to be getting myself home. Otherwise I really will just fall asleep wherever I sit down, and that won't be much good for me," he chuckles. "I'm curious to know just what you have planned for me, but this time I think I'll take Brey up on his offer of an escort. Maybe next time, though~"

04:32 Chronos G Echo chuckles a bit to himself. "Well, just because people come here to eat others doesn't mean the prospect of walking home with a date is out of the question~ But if you'd rather be going home with him Bryce, i won't contest it. Somehow, just somehow i get the feeling i'll be seeing you again~" He would chuckle, grabbing his drink, and taking a sip, nodding to Breythas. "Good friends like him don't come along all the time, be one back and make sure to cherish and protect him. In a place like this... who knows what could happen to him, or anyone for that matter!"

04:33 Breythas nods to Bryce and picks up the otter, giving him a ride on his shoulders despite the pudge, "Well alright then, let's get going!" he stated before glancing to the gecko, "And hey, you seem like an interesting guy - so if we bump into one another again we can talk more, take care! And don't worry - I keep my friends safe,"

04:34 Breythas turned towards the door and started making his way out into the evening.

04:34 Chronos G Echo chuckles a bit, winking to Breythas as he carried the otter home. "Hey, thanks! I'll be happy to chat you up sometime~"

04:34 Bryce Daeless is practically dozing where he is on the dragon's shoulder, but he manages to offer a sleepy wave to Chronos, his belly stilled now as the gryphon seems to have run out of steam. Or air.

04:34 GyroFeather takes a couple last gasping breaths in the stomach before he finally passes out could, nothing more than a feathery threat for the hungry otter. His body twitches some, but that's about all that remains.