[Malber] [U] The Watering Hole

[Arl Lotreab]

"You're.. *hew* .. really strong yourself." Arl could feel Randall's hand tighten. She responded with a tightening of her own, but it did little to assuage the slow dipping of her hand towards the table. Incredible. Arl had suspected he was more familiar with the test - he suggested it, after all - but for him to match her raw strength was unexpected. Her plan of picking up some of his technique while the man struggled to overcome her strength advantage flew out the window. Or onto the table, as it were.

Arl's hand softly thumps against the surface. "I was not expecting that!" laughs the woman.