[PQ] [RQ] in a town made of quicksand

MELITA

The success and break were well received, and by now Melita too had taken more than a few rounds of drink; delightfully content. Descriptions of blown up proportions, acts of vengeance, and latest pranks could keep most of them entertained for a good long while, and when it was her turn the Honeybee snagged at stones and hurled them into the sea (not aiming for anything in particular, but hey, if something happened to just be there…).

While they round back through on another shift, the Queen’s inquiry made her laugh, and then slog back another few sips. “Oooh fuck yes. When we’re done here?”

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Melita entertains and throws rocks.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts