she's a superfreak, superfreak

EDREI happy ending? sorry this isn't disney. Whether or not Edy could have bested Wessex' speed in the bar, away from the sun and its pesky effects was anyone's guess (though only a moron would have thought Edy was in anyway faster). Even so, the Launceleyn girl didn't flinch, though her eyes did tighten a touch and perhaps darken a shade. The feeling of pressure makes the Launceleyn draw in a breath. Across the bar a man whistles and without missing a beat, Edy plucks a shotglass with her free hand and hurls it across the room where it shatters over his head with surprising accuracy. The fire-mage knows what those teeth promise and she'll be damned if she lets some drunken farmer ruin her fun. "Back there?" Edy purrs, raising a brow. "Nothing but that hole 'needs pluggin'." She adds with a salacious grin, spinning her fingers in Wessex' grip to tug the ascended along behind her.