the birds are whispering

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Well. Couldn’t drink and can’t get drunk are two very different things. She can still taste the alcohol, but it no longer burns when it’s going down her throat, filling her with a warm and pleasantly loose feelings. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to toast to the nipple-baring Queen. Looking around the room for more alcohol, she quickly finds it (like the woman doesn’t have it nearby, ha) and has turned around to pour some more into that very same glass when, like a teenage boy trying to impress, she whips our her dick. Wessex almost drops the booze. Her first, imediate thought is what the fuck?. Her face probably shows a degree of that as well, though it quickly fades into something far more positive - incredulity, lust, awe, hedonism - take your pick. Her second thought is that she hasn’t had a cock in a long time (for various reasons, all pretty much her own fault). And her third, as a wicked smile creeps in, is that blow-jobs are off the table, cause no one wants sharp teeth near them like that. She has so many questions. Not just about how she’s suddenly a hermaphrodite - but first - another drink. Pouring more into Edy’s glass, she then raises the vessel in salute and says, “To your many… impressive talents. And using them well.” Bottoms up. Pun intended.