Maeve
Maeve was still trying to wipe off glitter and dab away fizzy drink and cake, grumbling to herself the whole time, rather cranky with the whole ordeal. To be fair, she was pregnant and hormonal. No one really likes getting doused in glitter, drink, and various food things on the best of days. Throw in grumpiness from hormones and it's a right bad time. Maeve huffs, finally getting the last of the stickiness off of her when the crown appears on Locke's head and he's yanked up, pants pulled down to leave her level with his groin. She blinks rapidly, looking away as her cheeks flush, partially from embarrassment for Locke and the rest from the fact that she was essentially seeing her ex's dick at a party full of people who were rather aware of the situation going on between them.
Well isn't this just fun? She clears her throat, glancing back over atLocke, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tries desperately to salvage the situation. "Look at that... I'm the Queen and yet you're the one with the crown." Maeve attempts to joke, cheeks still flushed a lovely shade of scarlet as she places her hands in her lap.
Well isn't this just fun? She clears her throat, glancing back over at
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
