>Your depth perception takes another hit, as it fades closer and farther away,
>The bar is loud, but you don't seem to notice. Mostly because your vision is slightly fucked.
>The yellow florescent lights catch her hair, illuminating her, but casting long shadows.
>Your eyes blur, and your suddenly seeing double... it's as if it were casting a halo around her
>She sits at the table, made of an old ship's helm, a dirty piece of glass stained by alcohol and... is that puke? Probably not.
>Suddenly the dull roar of the people around you comes back into play
>Loona's ears perk up, someone has hit a ball in some form of sportsball. Or maybe it's the office. Could be the wedding scene. You can't tell.
>It quiets down, but you didn't notice.
>"Fssshh. I'm like... a Fishh captain. You know? On a boat." Loona says, pointing to the helm underneath the glass.
>You laugh, she seems to be speaking a special language only you could understand. You would have laughed harder, because you thought the joke was very funny, but you were currently hyperfixating on her whiskers.
>"Ha!" you say, leaning forward to her, "You.... you've got great --great whiskers. I wanna touch em."
>"G--" she starts laughing, pounding her fist on the table, "Go ahead.... I bite, but not this time"
>You touch them whiskers. They feel like whiskers.
>"CooooooooooolllL" you mumble
>"It is cooooooooooooOOOooll" says Loona, who is now trying to read a menu, "I can like.... tell if something is touching my face... It makes eating easy."
>"Fuuuuuuckkkk... I wish I had some.." you said, laughing
>"You can't have them they're mine!" she says, shoving you lightly on the shoulder
>You laugh, shoving eachothers shoulders
>Her's feels nice and soft.....
>The neon glow of the signs all around this dive bar are giving you a headache....
>"Loooooooooooooona"
>"What."
>"Loooooooooooooooooooona"
>"what."
>"LOooooooooooooaa"
>"What!"
>"Nothing.... I just like the sound of your voice..."
>You giggle, pleased with your flirting
