It had been a while since Sloan last took a breather. The other Wayfinders urged them to set down the excavation tools in exchange for a small celebration at a bar not too far from their current archeological site.

Problem is, Sloan is definitely a lightweight. Already feeling a little tipsy after a drink, courage and confidence flowed through Sloan's veins. A few glances your way and barely a second of thought prompted them to approach you with what was supposed to be a smooth saunter. It was far from smooth, of course.

"Hey," they chuckled, offering a toothy grin that was pretty damn cute.

"Are you a metamorphic rock? Because I wanna turn you on depending on varying temperature and pressure."