Jareth and Harvey walked quickly, quietly and together through the rough, forest terrain. They knew they had to get to the pub before the rest of the airsofting furs. Neither of them wanted to hurry or talk, for fear of ruining the moment they had just shared. There was barely a thread of distance between them. If the trees had eyes or ears, they would be observing that another couple had joined the world of outdoor fun. Through the darkness, a light started to emerge, the trees were parting and the boys further quickened their steps in order to reach the sleepy old country tavern near the camp site reception building. They were glad to be on solid ground and both sighed in relief that there was no sign of any of the others. On entering the establishment, the pair hunted out and sat at the darkest corner they could without looking suspicious and took in their surroundings. The pub had a classic rural town feel to it, with mahogany tables and chairs, dimmed lighting that was no good for anybodies eyesight and a handful of old furs who spent all day every day drinking their lives away. Harvey huffed as he stood back up and headed to the bar to get the first round of drinks.
The pair had barely taken a mouthful of their beers when the large group of camouflaged, exhausted and excitable airsofters descended noisily into the tavern. Amethyst strode in at the front of the troop, full of energy, laughing and joking with the red team about their spectacular loss, when -- seeing Jareth and Harvey cozied up at a table already drinking -- she stopped dead in her tracks, the breath knocked out of her. Galya, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into the back of Amethyst.
"Hey Amethyst! Come on, move, drinking time!"
With a sharp intake of breath Amethyst looked around at the gorgeous tigress with her amazing emerald green eyes and started to laugh.
"Aww I'm sorry sexy, just wanted to feel you close to me."
On that note the girls skipped towards Jareth and Harvey, the rest of the group following behind. There was a lot of commotion moving tables and chairs so that the group could sit as a unit, with a few disapproving grunts from the old regulars and a chuckle from the bartender, who was busy polishing wine glasses. Before heading to the bar Amethyst listened carefully as Galya quizzed the pair about their lack of participation in the game.
"Where did you go? Couldn't handle the fact that the blue team whooped the red teams butts...for a change?"
Jareth cleared his throat to prevent his lie from choking him; "Nah, we just figured we would get a head start on the drinking, right Harvey?"
Harvey looked up from his beer and nodded. He figured it was best to say nothing.
Hearing this, Amethyst wandered over to the bar and she stood there, staring intently at how Jareth and Harvey were interacting with the group and with each other. At that moment she hated them both.
If only I hadn't told Jareth, we were meant to seduce Harvey together. I wonder what this means. Damn them.
Letting her mind spiral, Amethyst realised that despite the betrayal from her partner, she still wanted to sample what Harvey had to offer. The bartender -- a broad chested, cuddly and friendly looking ocelot with a head full of thick dark, wavy hair and the most enchanting baby blue eyes Amethyst had ever seen -- snapped her out of her obsessing.
"You dating one of those guys?" he asked in a deep Australian accent that sent shivers down Amethyst's spine.
"How'd you guess?"
"Old bartenders trick. So what can I get for you?"
"Oh! Umm... two vodka Redbull and two shots of Cuervo silver with the lime and salt please."
