PHOEBE
"That's the part I need to be tipsy for." she said, tipping back her head and downing her glass of whiskey. By now the burn in her throat was leading to a warmth in her tummy and a sort of dizzy feeling in her head. A lovely, warm sort of dizzy feeling that helped to drown out all of her insecurities, all of her sadness, all of her pain. She was just floating on a whiskey fueled cloud. Still, the thought of saying it made her cheeks turn red.
"Well it's Frey so, clearly they have their preferences." she said, wishing that was enough for Remi to get it. But she knew it wouldn't so she quickly refilled her glass and took another drink, holding out the bottle to Remi should he wish for something stronger in the wake of what she was about to say. "We gotta have a threesome, and you both gotta make me orgasm. And well...clearly you both have to too for more technical reasons." she said, focusing on enunciating but feeling it slip a bit.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
