He takes a breath before looking at her oddly. "Apparently I brought you along for more than just eye candy..." He murmurs before walking up to the succubus.
"Hi there! I noticed from across the room that you seemed to be rather lonely, and I came to see if I could help?" He says, giving her a charming smile.
The succubus looks up from her drink. "Oh. Observant bastard, aren't you?" She says bitterly, knocking back her shot and sliding it to the barkeep for a refill.
"I try to be a observant, yes, but I try to keep being a bastard to a minimum." He says, winking at her before sliding into the side opposite her. "Talk to me." He says, that smile still on his face.
"Ugh, what the fuck do you take me for? A sissy little bitch that spills all her guts all over the lap of any random guy who walks past?" She says. Her breath reeks of alcohol. She must have been drinking quite a lot...
"No, I think you're someone that something bad has happened to, and you can't handle it alone. Now, talk to me, please." He says comfortingly, folding his hands in front of him.
She gives him a long look. "Wow. You just walked all the way from across the room just to get a girl to talk about her feelings..." She groans, knocking back another shot. "Fine. My dates ditched me. All four of them. The primary, the backup, the backup of the backup, and the backup of the backup that's the backup of the backup." She groans, sinking her head into her arms.
Arryk blinks for a few seconds. "Ouch. That... Sucks. Any idea why?" He asks, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"No! Do I look disgusting or something? Did they get repulsed or what!? Do I look ugly? Do I really look that bad?" She asks, looking at both of them.
Looking her over, Phorsaal can see she's got a curvy figure, an unladylike bulge at her crotch, full lips, long hair down to her ass, and has red skin with grey eyes.