Tahno

[OOC: From here.]

Tahno's door leads back to his apartment, which is as large and lushly decorated as his rooms in the bar. He has a thing for plants, apparently, as there's a touch of greenery in each room, as well as sources of water. Miniature fountains burble in the common rooms and at the end of the hall.

"Well, here we are," Tahno drawls, gesturing around the rooms. "But we should really head to Narook's Noodlery. That's where the party starts."

[OOC: From here.]

Tahno's rooms are gigantic. They're more a collection of suites, an apartment decked out in deep purple and black, with white and silver accents. He selected dark wood furniture with clean lines, with no slats or wicker to catch on clothes or skin.

He leads Sinric through the common room with its own bar to the bedroom with a stone, gas-operated fireplace and a sumptuous bed wreathed in black silk. "Make yerself comfortable," Tahno drawls, letting go of Sinric's hand.

[OOC: From here.]

The second the door shuts, Tahno slams Jay up against it to kiss him. The kiss is hard and fast, and soon leaves his mouth to sink Tahno's teeth into Jay's neck. The waterbender's hands drift down to Jay's hips, his fingers slipping under the waistband of his pants.

Tahno requests a very specific room from Bar. It's gigantic--he can't see one end from the door--and painted with a sky and clouds motif. The ceiling and walls have heat lamps installed to make it swelter.

It's also filled with sand. The amber grains spill out of the plain, blue door as he opens it. Potted plants dot the landscape, and Bar was even kind enough to lay out a couple of chairs with towels near the empty pool. Whistling a jazz tune his band covers, Tahno heads out to the lake to steal water to fill the pools.

The waterbender takes more than one trip, hauling several tons of water through the bar each time, but eventually his private beach is finished. All he needs to do now is to knock on Oswin's door and hand her the key.

Tahno wakes refreshed, his arm around someone who smells absolutely delicious. He glances down to see whose hair he'd buried his nose in, whose soft body he'd curled around for the evening. He lifts the downy, black bedspread to look at his bedmate, and remembers with a start that her name is Oswin, and that she is indeed a total screamin' genius.

He looks over her body again, running his hand down her ribs to rest on her bare hip. She's so short, he thinks.