Bar Area

A silk black dress jacket is folded over the back of a stool's seat, and a bald be-shaded man in a suit consisting of a white dress shirt and a black silk vest is cleaning out a glass. The rooms violet rugs and floors and the dimly lit bar looked rather suave. Rude sighs, placing the glass back in the rack. Beside the rack, a brown leather custom shoulder holster hung a slightly modified Scorpion X3 revolver. The long barreled .44 Magnum was loaded, but it was more or less just for show against the few or so rowdy customers he sometimes received. He then moved over to the laptop, and cycled through the Holo-Net. The bar was closed at the moment, there still a few hours before it got real busy so Rude had some time to kill to check up on news. As he shuffles through the news feeds he suddenly pauses and then reaches into his vest pocket for his phone and flipped it open, dialling an old acquaintance...

The news on the holographic screen read: "Attacks on Beijio have seized at present. Scardian Foreign Legion (S.F.L.) called in to help in protection efforts. More to update, shortly."

Hanging up the phone Hoppee shot up his left foot connecting with a high five from the guy who interrupted his phone call.

Bro I'm here on business, contract meeting dude.  No time to talk until afterwards.  But thanks for the reminder after I'm done with this contract on this Jay Zee dude.

Snagging another drink he leaned with his back to the bar, tilting his straw hat down as he sipped at through the straw, otherwise his straw hat would be lifted off his head by the bar counter.

There was a fluttering, stream of pinkish powder which swirled around Hoppee's head, a fushia color as deep as the frogman's skin.



It then landed on the edge of his nose, forcing the frog yokai to go cross eyed to properly focus on what had just landed on his upper lip and nose...



The little female creature waved with a grin. "Oi, Hopps! Hows it, heh heh, hopping?!" The tiny pixie winked, waving her fingers in a playful manner as she popped up her legs, playfully pedalling them as she hung out comfortably on his nostrils. She was a spy with the GFL, and if she wasn't hanging around Hopps she was with that handsome Leprechaun who was a bit of an asshole, as she was too. After all, spying wasn't all she did, she was also a saboteur like Blaine, and had a penchant for getting her little self in trouble- Lyca 'Little' Licorice, Black Licorice, she had a bunch of nick names. "Aven't seen you or the others in like, ages!" she giggled, the 5.9 inch woman without wings cooed whilst lounging on her old friend's nose- which she would remain unless his froggy instincts tried to tongue lash her, which was a fun game for Licorice, she used to play that on all the ponds with the small frogs, as she had an ace up her sleeve if she was too slow and got caught... and it usually wasn't pretty for the frogs- much to her dismay- she liked frogs. Found their eyes cute.

Sniff,
sn...
sn...
sniff...

Ahhhh ahhhhh my nose is itching again man... stop the sneeze, stop the sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze dude Hoppee thought as his eyes started to bug out while his nose was itching something fierce.  It was a little steady tickle as though tiny little hairs were being rubbed tip first against his smooth sniffer.  

Du.. duuuu duduud dude!

With a mighty sneeze he steadied himself as his drink started to slip from his hand.  Gripping it a little tighter to stop it from falling.  His eyes spun as he shook his head going cross-eyed finally focusing on his petite little guest waving right in front of his eyes.  Her tiny digits gripping perfectly to keep her balanced on his bouncing head as he sneezed again.  His tongue lashing up in reaction to wet his nose and stop the itch.   At the last second it curls snuggly around Lyca's legs stilling them from tickling his nose any further.

Leekaaa.   Luuung teeeme.  Ummm

He slurred with his tongue wrapped around her petite and lengthy little legs.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Sniff,
sn...
sn...
sniff...

Ahhhh ahhhhh my nose is itching again man... stop the sneeze, stop the sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze dude Hoppee thought as his eyes started to bug out while his nose was itching something fierce.  It was a little steady tickle as though tiny little hairs were being rubbed tip first against his smooth sniffer.  

Du.. duuuu duduud dude!

With a mighty sneeze he steadied himself as his drink started to slip from his hand.  Gripping it a little tighter to stop it from falling.  His eyes spun as he shook his head going cross-eyed finally focusing on his petite little guest waving right in front of his eyes.  Her tiny digits gripping perfectly to keep her balanced on his bouncing head as he sneezed again.  His tongue lashing up in reaction to wet his nose and stop the itch.   At the last second it curls snuggly around Lyca's legs stilling them from tickling his nose any further.

Leekaaa.   Luuung teeeme.  Ummm

He slurred with his tongue wrapped around her petite and lengthy little legs.

Lyca hummed sweetly as she continued to lay upon his nose, her lovely long, little legs playfully fluttering as his tongue impulsively slipped around her legs, stilling them. "Oooo~" The pixie cooed, fluttering her legs against his warm, sticky tongue, blushing a deep red like her hair. "Hmhmhm, you know how jealous your 'other half' would be if you slurped me up, Hopps?" she playfully raised and lowered her eyebrows. She then crawled a little deeper into his curled up tongue so it would wrap around her curvy, little rump and exposed backa and the area of her bikini line. "So warm~" she playfully growled.

Dudete... wiiiglet duuuude.

Now what he said was don't wiggle dude, but that's not how it sounded with his tongue wrapped in up and around the charming little pixie devil or rather and I quote that red haired fluzy, as a certain Tengu with a frog eaten her fetish would say... and yes you read that right. Hoppee rolled his eyes at the mentioning of Ellesia. Who would probably start a small war over just where and what his tongue was being trapped against. He tried to unravel his tongue, but she had wiggled herself in tight.

AAHHH... MMMAAA... ING ILL OGGY.

Can you guess what he said!

"Ahhh hoo, hehehe~" she giggled. "I'm ticklish there, Hopps~!" she cooed with heavy lidded eyes. "What? What's that? Wiggle more?" she purred, wiggling her body in between his curled tongue, now her waist and stomach slipped between his warm, sticky tongue. "Haaa~" she hummed, the warmth drawing her in. "I do taste amazing, don't I, lil froggy?" She playfully teased, wiggling her body more playfully, rolling her eyes at his dismissals.

Gulping with his tongue busily tied up in Pixie devilry, his eyes drooped a little as he slipped his drink up on the bar counter, dislodging his straw hat from his head. Shoving it briskly down his face over his nose into his tongue and captor.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Gulping with his tongue busily tied up in Pixie devilry, his eyes drooped a little as he slipped his drink up on the bar counter, dislodging his straw hat from his head.  Shoving it briskly down his face over his nose into his tongue and captor.

"Oof! My, it got dark rather suddenly, innit?" Lyca says with a coy tone, covered up by the straw hat. She lifted it up a little, and noticed Hoppee's drink and then, still coiled up by his tongue, pulled herself over to one of his eyes and pointed down to the drink with a smirk. "'Ave us a sip, Hoppee? I'd like to know what ya've been up to for the past... my how long was it now? Hmm... I 'ave to say it was when that cat feller fell out of our lil gang of ruffians, no? Or was it when Madame Scissors 'cut' ties with us? Heh heh heh~" Giggled the lilliputian who seemed unphased being so... enwraptured by Hoppee and his lovely, warm, sticky tongue.

Lyca Licorice wrote:

Crisis Rocan wrote:Gulping with his tongue busily tied up in Pixie devilry, his eyes drooped a little as he slipped his drink up on the bar counter, dislodging his straw hat from his head.  Shoving it briskly down his face over his nose into his tongue and captor.

"Oof! My, it got dark rather suddenly, innit?" Lyca says with a coy tone, covered up by the straw hat. She lifted it up a little, and noticed Hoppee's drink and then, still coiled up by his tongue, pulled herself over to one of his eyes and pointed down to the drink with a smirk. "'Ave us a sip, Hoppee? I'd like to know what ya've been up to for the past... my how long was it now? Hmm... I 'ave to say it was when that cat feller fell out of our lil gang of ruffians, no? Or was it when Madame Scissors 'cut' ties with us? Heh heh heh~" Giggled the lilliputian who seemed unphased being so... enwraptured by Hoppee and his lovely, warm, sticky tongue.

The bald owner of the establishment walked up to Hoppee and Lyca. He was wearing a black vest, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, an armpit holster with an Original FALCON III TIRS handgun draped in its leather saddle, and a loose black tie behind the vest. He also wore dark shades, obscuring his eyes, in spite of the dim lighting of the club's interior. "..." he remained silent for a moment, cleaning a glass before he looked down.

"...Mr. Hopps. Do you wish... for another drink? And what of your companion hiding in your hat...?" He inquired.

Uussseee aaahhh coooobbb vveeeebs eennn oorrr hhaaiiirr

Did he just say, you have cobwebs in your hair? Well probably not but that's the closest thing to what it sounds like, but considering the proprietor of the establishment's hairstyle of choice. Well you get the picture. Might be a little dusty though.

Lyca blinked up at the tall, bald human. "I think he says he want's the Goblin Brand Brandy with a straw, luv!" She smiled sweetly, admittedly, even she didn't know what Hoppee said then and there! She settled in nicely though, her large, tiny breasts now resting on Hopp's warm and inviting tongue, making the little pixie blush a deep pink with a contented smirk on her face. "Ahhh~"

"Hmm..." he grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his bald head. "Well... that stuff is a bit hit and miss... if you ever had a Rando Cola... well, never mind its what you ordered..." He says, before heading back to the bar, and mixing a cocktail of Goblin Brandy with a lemon wedge... for taste. "Here you go..."

Aahh sseeedd  

He tried to say as Rude returned with his unordered drink.

Aaahh seeee

Again he is interrupted by Lyca's wiggling and snuggling tighter into his tongue, slowly working her full body into his embrace.

AAhh seee... ahh ugh zzzeeeet!

He rolled his eyes to the drink and took it.  For the moment considering how the thing might taste, based on Rude's assessment of the liquid, ass was probably the flavor of the moment.  Instead he reluctantly set the glass on the bar and turned to face the counter he could barely see at eye level.

Naaahhh tttiiittss ooww eeaaattss uuu ooo uuu eeee,  eeeettts  ooowwwnnn  aaassssss  oooppp!

He relaxed leaning against the bar this time facing it... than with an extremely quick flick of his tongue, all Va Va Voom like he sinks his tongue deep into the glass on the counter in the less than flavorful alcohol, Pixie devil and all....





AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A satisfied and relieved look on his froggy face as he smiles at the Pixie dusted alcohol.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Aahh sseeedd  

He tried to say as Rude returned with his unordered drink.

Aaahh seeee

Again he is interrupted by Lyca's wiggling and snuggling tighter into his tongue, slowly working her full body into his embrace.

AAhh seee... ahh ugh zzzeeeet!

He rolled his eyes to the drink and took it.  For the moment considering how the thing might taste, based on Rude's assessment of the liquid, ass was probably the flavor of the moment.  Instead he reluctantly set the glass on the bar and turned to face the counter he could barely see at eye level.

Naaahhh tttiiittss ooww eeaaattss uuu ooo uuu eeee,  eeeettts  ooowwwnnn  aaassssss  oooppp!

He relaxed leaning against the bar this time facing it... than with an extremely quick flick of his tongue, all Va Va Voom like he sinks his tongue deep into the glass on the counter in the less than flavorful alcohol, Pixie devil and all....





AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A satisfied and relieved look on his froggy face as he smiles at the Pixie dusted alcohol.

"HmmHmmHmm~" Lyca hummed, worming herself in the froggy's tongue like a sushi roll, when her eyes blinked and she found herself swung forwards! "W-WHOA---*gurgle*!!" She shouted, her lilliputian body dunking head first into the alcohol! Granted... pixies had no worries when it came to being oxygen depraved, they really didn't need to breathe. So the little fairy sunk deep into the foul tasting alcohol, up to the crack of her ass... er, well, from the thigh side anyway, her thighs and knees draping the edge of the glass with its Tonberry logo on it, the multi-colored liquid she was bathing in made her glow a bright blue in the process!

"Oi! Bloody drownin' down 'ere!" She shouted, her voice muffled by the alcohol which... actually began to taste not so bad with the addition of her pixie dust. "Huh... I really do taste good~" she gurgled, folding her arms behind her head as she proceeded to do crunches to alleviate being upside down, till the straw was stabbed against her navel! "Ooof....! That... bloody hurt it did...!" She winced, her crimson eyes pinpricked as she held her exposed stomach. Her knees, all the while, dangled over the edge of the glass as Hoppee swirled her about within the odd concoction they had now inadvertently created, getting a little dizzy from the spinning and the buzz from inhaling the 'self laced' alcohol a little each time she spoke!

Rude simply raised a brow at the... improvised garnish to the drink and slipped the straw against the pixie's stomach accidentally. "Sorry..." he says softly, before bowing his head to Hopps. "Do enjoy your drink, Sir." the former TIRS agent then went back to serving other customers.

Lily Salvatana, a wanted Gunslinger who went Rogue for a string of Bank Robberies- in Ithteca and Scardia, took a seat at the end of the bar. She was looking for an 'old friend' to help her take off some of the heat, and despite being in the 'Capital of the Bounty Hunting World' she was pretty sure no one would search the Tonberry Club, nor would she expect posters of her around its interior. She was a tall, sexy elf with long black hair and wore spectacles, so she would inevitably draw attention to herself anyway, even if she went for the cloak and cape get up, she would have looked more suspicious given Breland City was a damn beach resort town! Still, she didn't have to look far for aid. She could get in touch with the Rolan Syndicate for aid, or worst case, try and convince one of the Leprechauns she's not a member of the said Syndicate and perhaps trade a few of her skills in dispatching enemies the Gunslinger way in exchange for safe passage to somewhere where she could lie low till the heat blew over...

She saw the barman walk her way, and she sets down a couple of gilex. "Whiskey, whatever this can afford... and leave the bottle." She says in a cool tone.

Hoppee blinks before slushing and sliding the glass full of Pixie Proof Rando Cola down the bar counter with his tongue.

OOhh, ssshhoooddd tttiieee mmmaa ppiixxxieee pppooooofff iiinnkk!

Bouncing poor Lyca up and down in the glass as he slid it with his tongue toward the new arrival, swishing her around and powdering the once horrid drink in pixie dust even more with each word and step. Lyca still wrapped up in his tongue in the glass. His eyes sizing up the new arrival with a slight interest in her likeness to something he had seen recently.  Maybe it was a piece of paper stuck up somewhere he thought as he moved closer giving her a bit of a once over twice.  Once with each eye as he walked closer.

Lyca squirmed in the fluids she was submerged in, her little knees pumping and kicking as the bubbles drift up.

"It isn't so bad!" She offered, despite her leather clad legs being dragged around the rim of the glass.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Hoppee blinks before slushing and sliding the glass full of Pixie Proof Rando Cola down the bar counter with his tongue.

OOhh, ssshhoooddd tttiieee mmmaa ppiixxxieee pppooooofff iiinnkk!

Bouncing poor Lyca up and down in the glass as he slid it with his tongue toward the new arrival, swishing her around and powdering the once horrid drink in pixie dust even more with each word and step.  Lyca still wrapped up in his tongue in the glass. His eyes sizing up the new arrival with a slight interest in her likeness to something he had seen recently.  Maybe it was a piece of paper stuck up somewhere he thought as he moved closer giving her a bit of a once over twice.  Once with each eye as he walked closer.

The woman glanced over to the... fuchsia frog.



She pulled back her duster, showing off her White Wolf Mauser hanging off her right hip in its wooden stock holster, tucking the black cloth behind it.

"...I think I'll pass, thanks." She replied, making a somewhat concerned, suspicious face at the creature... then noticed the fairy in the glass. ...What sort of bar did I walk into? She asked herself, before snapping her fingers to grab the attention of the barman so she could get her drink already.

HHHooooorrr  ttttoossss.

Hoppee shrugged as he continued to let his parched tongue soak in the drink with the occasional suck of the surprisingly good mix of Pixie dust and shizzit alcohol.

OOOtttt bbrrriiggss  ooouuu eeearrrr Mmmoowwwssshheerr Aaaddeee.  Eeyyeess eeearrrr fffeerrr aahh ccooonnttrrruuuccckk.  Iitttyyy iiiggg  uuunn ooowww.

Rude approached the new comer, and dropped a bottle of whiskey gently upon the counter for her, and a double shot glass to accompany it. "There you are..." he says, taking her gilex, and couldn't help but notice her coat's lining being lain with more spectacles. He smirked at that. "I respect the eye-wear game." He chuckled under his breath, tapping at his own sunglasses, before walking off to tend to other customers.

She wasn't sure if the frog was still trying to converse with her or not, so ignored him for the time being. Then the barman arrived with her bottle, and she half chuckled. "Thanks." She says, flipping to him another coin. "For tip." She winked, before she set to work on her 'drink game'. She could still hear 'wartz' talking to her right, but ignored him, pouring herself a nice tall shot of the high proof alcohol and knocked it back... waiting patiently for her contact to arrive...

Yura had just finished unloading some of the specimens in the old Renoan tram line on behest of her benefactor Professor Genova, so she was now working on another lead in the coastal paradise city of Breland to grab some additional cash. Some woman who needed to lie low, someone who could also fit as a 'disposable' for Genova, it was kind of the best of two worlds- no one would find her once she turned her in to Genova!

She entered the oddly lit, oddly designed club, her large crimson eyes looking fuchsia in the lights of the pub's glow... when she spotted someone she KNEW was fuchsia! "By the Gods... is that you? Hopps Sensei! <3" Screamed the sexy, dark haired, scantily clad young woman who then used conjured strands of wire to bound the distance between them!



She ended up hugging his back as he was bringing up his glass, her arms wrapped around his 'neck' legs around his waist forcing his head back as he swallowed the contents of his glass within seconds of her arrival!

Yura blinked, thinking she heard a squeak from below, and looked down at Hoppee's face as a small bulge traveled down his gullet, likely his alcohol. "Huh?"



She blinked then shrugged, it didn't matter. "Hoppee! Its been a long while!!" She resumed her elation, hugging his slimy fuchsia form tightly!

Lyca squirmed in the fluids she was submerged in, her little knees pumping and kicking as the bubbles drift up, then wrapped in Hoppee's tongue, she spread her legs around the flat of the tongue, one hand on the tip of his tongue another raised above her head.

"I'm a champion tongue wrangler! HAHAHAHAHA!" Lyca croaked, pink in the face, drunk off her own essence laced in alcohol! Suddenly, the entire world shifted as someone yanked on Hoppee's back! "W-woa---!" she gasped, falling into the humid darkness, the alcohol pool she had been submerged in became a river causing her to roll backward in a ball down a slippery hill, then! "Eeeeep!--"

GLUP....!

Surrounded in tight, slimy darkness, the pixie's chest was forced against her knees, her legs stretched above her, her ass leading the way down the throat as she was swallowed along with his alcoholic beverage...!

Outside, Lyca's body was a noticeable bulge that dipped and then vanished into the frogman's chest, with very little indication she was now in his belly bum save for the occasional pinkish glow! Lyca was swimming in the alcohol laced contents of Hopp's stomach. There were a concerning number of flies, crickets and spiders in there... she always thought that was just a myth. "Apparently not..." Lyca says to herself in the undulating stomach, only her faint glow giving her any clue to her surroundings as she listened to the Fuschia Frogurai's internal processes bleating through her ears. She blinked up, brushing aside a damp bang to illuminate something odd.

"'Elesia's Room'?! Wait, how the hell did she tattoo the inside of his stomach?!" Cried the pixie with a fang exposed, flustered in the face as she stuck out her bum and held her elbows to her chest in an angry display!

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Outside, Hoppee's stomach glowed on and off with that pink orb of energy.