Alcoholic Ice Bath

11 August 2018

22:26 Der finds himself a colorful drink to perch on!

22:27 Gyro Feather looks down at the tiny bird and attempts to shoo him off of his pomotini.

22:29 Der stays in place, being a stubborn bird. "You were looking away! This is mine now!" he chirps, and then leans in for a sip

22:31 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at the little bird and picks up the glass as he leans down to take a sip. Rotating it such that Der is facing him, he attempts to take his own sip.

22:36 Der was a quick little thing, and still not liquored up, getting a quick sip in while Gyro Feather picked up the glass, and then as soon as it was rotated, he quickly fluttered to the other side. Getting to watch the large beak in front of him get a large sip!

22:43 Gyro Feather frowns as he takes his swig of the drink and finds that there's no accomanying feathery ball gettin gin the way. Meanwhile, Der is given a close up view of the softer insides of Gyro's beak, lined in pinkish red flesh that terminates in a dark tunnel beyond. The smell of his breath is overwhelmed with alcohol and sicklysweetness while his spit is tainted red with the drink. Gyro opens his eyes and glares down at the tiny bird, and sets his glass down once more.

22:48 Der appreciated the view! There was something about being so up close and personal, watching the liquid pour into the beak, to disappear with gulps down a purple neck, it was fun~ He grins back at those glaring eyes, "I thought it was tasty! What do you think?"

22:59 Gyro Feather snorts at the smaller bird after he's set the glass down, and rolls his eyes. "It was tastier, before I picked up a pest, I'd have to say. Though, if he happened to let me get a taste along with it, I think it'd work out far better."
2018-08-11 23:06] *Der sneaks in another quick sip, and then looks up at the purple bird, tilting his head "A pest? Where?" he chirps with a smirk on his beak, flicking his tail to his side so that it was draped over the rim of the glass, and possible into the drink. "A taste seems risky! It's be easy for a big gryphon like yourself to get more then a taste~"

23:11 Gyro Feather growls down the tiny creature when Der takes another sip, and even worse, there's the fact that that tail is left stewing in his alcohol. The gryphon raises his talon up to the small bird and gives a quick thrust of that talon into his white chest, hoping to send the treat splashing down into the bright red liquid.

23:19 Der tried to do another quick dodge, however, that alcohol was hitting the small griffon quickly, and slowly his reaction enough to end up getting jabbed painfully by a talon. Squawking out loudly, he tumbled forward into the bright red glass, landing with this wings extended out partly and splashing a bit of the drink out of the glass. Thrashing about in the drink, he tried to quickly push himself up and grab the rim of the glass to get out of the staining liquid.

23:21 Gyro Feather suddenly has a devious idea, and lowers his beak down to where the top of his beak was in his glass, and the bottom was around the rim. Then, with his talons he finds the top of the liquid, such that the only way Der was coming out for a breath was surfacing inbetween those looming jaws. The tongue lay down into the liquid like a lifeline, soaling down into the alcohol.

23:31 Der kicks downwards, pushing himself up and to the surface of the chilly drink. Blindly he reaches upwards, his wings fluttering about and trying to lift himself free of the glass before the purple gryphon had a chance to do anything. Small talons grab right onto Gyro Feather's tongue, and having found a grip, the small griffon pulls himself up the tongue. It only took a split second for his brain to realize something was wrong.... what he was holding was squishy. Rapidly shaking his head out, he blinks his eyes to clear them, and see he was looking up right into a massive beak. Squawking out in fright,

23:37 Gyro Feather chuckles down at the bird as his loud voice booms in his ears in short shrill bursts. The tongue withdraws softly, pulling the tiny bird up with it further into the beak, should he still decide to keep ahold of it. He could taste the succulent flavors of the sour sweet pomegranite that soakes his feathers and stains his coat bright red. Of course, he could let go, but there was no where to surface except inside of that beak.

23:50 Der wanted to be anywhere else but inside that chuckling beak, as soon as the shock of where he was wore off, he let go, kicking off of the tongue to distance himself from it and ending up bouncing against the top of Gyro Feather's beak on his way down, splashing back into the red liquid. The little griffon pushed himself under the surface to try and get around the large beak, but found talons in his way, butting up against them repeatedly and even trying to force his way past the large digits. After a bit of panicking, he could feel his lungs burn, needing fresh air. Gritting his beak, he pushed himself back to the middle of the glass and let himself float up, surfacing once again between a hard and a soft place, brushing against the tongue in the process. As he gasps for air, he could feel the warm breath of the gryphon over him, teasing him.

00:02 Gyro Feather can feel the tiny bird struggling down beneath his claws and wonders what the chances his panic will cause him to end up drowning amongst the liquor. Each time Der pushes up, he pushes down a little bit more, until he finally feels the little bird resurface up between his beak. Gyro snaps that maw closed, sandwhiching Der against the glass. Then, finally Gyro tilts the beak up along with the glass and empties the contents into his maw. He gargles into the pool, upsetting the boyancy of the liquid and causing it to bubble all around the small bird. Der would be able to see up into the lights above the bar, but probably wouldnt have the ability to get himself free of the beak.

00:12 Der caw's out as the beak slams him into the hard glass, knocking most of the breath he just got back, out. He could partially see though the glass to the outside, watching as everything tilted, pouring the red cocktail back over him, and taking him with it into the maw as the beak released him. Between getting flipped around in the pour and the violent gargling around him, the little griffon was very disoriented. Fighting against the bubbling liquid around him, which he kept unexpectedly sinking into with each air bubble, he couldn't manage to make any progress up. Thrashing about he desperately tried to get free, that wide open beak and lights above him teasing at him.

00:46 Gyro Feather finally closes his beak around the tiny bird, and uses his tongue to force the creature up against the roof of his beak. THere's a quick swallow, which tugs at his tail, and then suddenly his beak is emptied of all the booze save for what lines the small bird's body. He holds him there, using the crushing force of his tongue and coating him in drool as he pulls off more of that flavore. THen, suddenly teh beak inverts and opens, dropping Der down into his now empty glass, which he grins down at playfully. "Told you it was only a taste, even if you are a booze theif."

01:00 Der can see the beak close, incasing him in darkness. Dread filled his small body, knowing what was probably coming next. He didn't expect the crushing to come from a tongue, instead of the dark gullet, holding him in the beak as the swallow pulled all the liquid around him down. Gritting his beak as the tongue pressed into him and rolled over his form, soaking him in the hot and slimy saliva, the small griffon groans, pushing back uselessly against the strong muscle. In a surprise turn the bird finds himself suddenly falling, landing with a hard wet plop at the bottom of a glass. Groaning, Der looks up, shaking out his head and blinking his eyes at the sudden brightness, staring up at the grinning beak "Wait... that is it? You weren't lying?" he chirps, not believing it. Gyro Feather had managed to suck some of the red drink out of the small griffon, however, he was left looking reddish pink.

01:08 Gyro Feather laughs aloud at the tiny moresel in his glass and shrugs his shoulder dwon at the bird. "Well...if you want me to have been lying...then I can change that real fast for you~" He teases and lifts the glass, inverting it to catch der in his grip. "I should have figured a tiny moresel like yourself would be into that, given how you've decided to approach my glass." The gryphon says, licking his beak once more. The claw clenches down around the small bird, digging into his wings with its sharp points. Of course, if he really struggled for it, as the gryphon was trying not to hurt him, He likely could force himself free with a scratch hear and there.

01:16 Der squawks, finding himself falling again, landing roughly in Gyro Feather's hand, with his sharp claws closing in on him and pressing on his small form threateningly. Quickly shaking his head, the small bird chirped back "No! I am fine with you not lying! I like most things about big handsome guys! That's why I was on your glass! Even mouths aren't bad, but what comes after them.... I'd rather not give that a try!" a small shiver went through his body, watching that tongue trail along the beak over him.

01:24 Gyro Feather snorts at the tiny bird and with a shrug of his shoulders turns to face the few stragglers among the crowd. "Fine...fine...I'll let you go thise one time, just because its late and I'm not that hungry anyways. No need for some empty calleries." Then...der can feel the larger bird wind up, and then hurl the puff of feathers across the room at another patron. With that, he gets up from the bar, leaves a tip, and begins to make his way towarsd the door.

01:36 Der glares at the gryphon, he isn't empty calories! "Thanks?" he chirps "Bu-" but stops, feeling the grip tighten slightly and muscles tense. Before he could ask or protest more, the bird was sent flying across the club. However, the purple gryphon had rather bad aim, the small bird landing on a couch with a bounce.