Skye
Castle Grella, Lucky Lance Tavern
(ooc:

We are caffiene-addict poster children!! [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img]

[img]graemlins/biglaugh.gif[/img] Just let your coffee do the talking for cripes sake! Toby's high on the Coca-Cola and he wants to get some Twister in before the night's up!! ROFLMAO!)
~Toby muttered frustration beneath his breath, trying to fiddle with the doorknob as he moved on to your neck.~ "Ah shit..." ~Desperately, he formulated a quick plan. He hitched you onto his hip. This left him with a free hand to open the door, and he could content himself with your shoulder for a moment. The door creaked open, and he eagerly picked you up, leaping from three feet away onto the unmade bed.~ (ooc:And reaching onto the nightstand for his chess board.

CENSOR TIME!)