For Queen Mary, drinking was a way to forget. All the bad memories, all the stresses she could just put away in a bottle and put the lid on them for the time being. Having served in a World War and her mate die, she had a lot of them. So when she drank, she drank a lot! She was just downing her fifth bottle of crude when she spotted a group of ships at the docks nearby, clearly having no desire to partake in the festivities.
"Cowards." She thought. "They don't know what they're missing." She chugged back the last few drops before grabbing another bottle.
"You know you really shouldn't drink so much, Mary." Queen Elizabeth said as she approached.
"Well at least I can drink." Queen Mary replied with a snort.
"I like being pregnant. It's a curious, yet wonderful sensation and Intrepid will make a wonderful father." Queen Elizabeth said.
"Yes, and I'm very happy for you. But a male, well I doubt that will ever happen for me." Queen Mary sighed.
"You just have to look." Queen Elizabeth said.
"I have but I just-I just don't see males in that way, Liz. Why do I have to be so different?" Queen Mary grumbled.
"It's who you are. I don't hold that against you. What's more I won't."
"You're too kind for you own good, Liz."
"Maybe, I am, maybe, I'm not." Queen Elizabeth nudged her. "Now you come to bed soon."
Queen Mary nodded and she sailed off. Once she was gone the aging liner sighed. The more she drank, the more she found herself wanting. Her gaze fell on one of the ships in the group and in her drunken stupor, she thought it was Normandie. Deciding to play with her French mate a bit, she sailed over.
"Yoo-hoo~!" She called as she approached.
The carrier in the group froze. "Oh, Poseidon… Don't tell me…!" he groaned.
"What?" United States glanced over in the direction the call came from and she blinked as she spotted the last ship she expected to see. "Queen Mary?"
Something seemed off to the younger liner. She could tell, but as to what it was, that eluded her. She narrowed her eyes as her stepmother came up to the group.
"What's up, girl?" Queen Mary asked, a slight slurring to her words. "*hic*"
"Uh…" The younger liner blinked her eyes a few times before she shook her bow. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine, dearie *hic*." Queen Mary chirped. "Why wouldn't I be, my love." She thought.
"Are you sure? Cuz…you sound a bit…drunk!" United States remarked.
"What? Noooo! I'm not drunk! *hic*" Queen Mary remarked with a shake of the bow. "I just had a bit of oil…That's all *hic*." "I want you Normandie, please.." She thought.
"I think she is." A barge whispered to United States.
United States just cocked her bow to the side a bit before moving off.
"Where're you goin', good lookin' *hic*?" Queen Mary asked, moving closer to United States.
"Back off!" United States shouted. "Geez! You're totally out of it! How much did you drink!?"
"You're not getting away from me, Normandie." Queen Mary thought as she pursued her.
An old battle scarred carrier moved in front of her. "Ah, ah. Mary." He scolded her as he nudged her away. She whined her protest.
Queen Mary leaned against him as they sailed around behind a sleeping tanker. Indomitable was a kind ship, the only male she'd ever showed any interest in.
Indomitable, having wanted Queen Mary for a long time, gave her a nip to her flanks. Instinct took over for the liner and she submitted to him, resting nicely on her back. Indomitable nibbled her ear as he began to thrust, sides gleaming with sweat. Queen Mary gazed up at him with a lustful look in her eyes.
"Come here." She murmured, nipping at Indomitable's bow.
He lowered his head for her and she kissed him gently.
"Mm that's more like it." She purred, her tongue rasping his cheek.
Being the old ship that he was, Indomitable couldn't maintain such an upright stance and Queen Mary didn't protest as he let his head rest against her keel.
Both ships came at the exact same time and Indomitable, exhausted from his ordeal, rolled off his new mate and took a moment to catch his breath. Queen Mary staggered upright, brushing her hull against his as she sailed past.
United States saw her then as she staggered by her berth. Queen Mary felt invigorated. Pleasure and alcohol coursing through her veins, she could barely keep her keel.
"Dock time for you!" United States grunted, grabbing her by the stern.
Queen Mary gave no protest as she passed out then and there. She woke the next morning with a pounding head and a churning stomach.
"Ugh, god." She groaned, burying her bow into United States' side.
"Serves you right for getting yourself drunk and then hitting on me." United States snapped.
"I did what?" Queen Mary mumbled.
"You tried to mate me!" United States exclaimed.
"I did, oh I'm sorry." Queen Mary moaned.
"Who did you think I was, Normandie?!" United States asked.
"Probably, you do look a lot like your mother. In a drunken stupor I wouldn't be able to tell the difference." Queen Mary replied.
She turned a pale shade of green and United States backed off as she lunged forward, retching. Thick vomit now coated the water in front of the two ships.
"Ick!" United States cried.
Queen Mary hiccuped. "Sorry." She groaned.
United States sighed, nuzzling her stepmother. She rubbed her bow against her side as Queen Mary lurched forward again. The older liner grimaced.
"Stop that!" She snapped. "That hurts!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." United States said backing off.
If Queen Mary was sore in her side, that could only mean one thing. United States bit back a smirk.
"How was your little moment with Indomitable?" She asked.
"How should I know?" Queen Mary grumbled. "My memory's really hazy right now!"
A third round of puking followed her statement.
"Damn hangover…" Queen Mary growled.
"That's not your hangover!" United States teased. "I know it!"
"Shut up! There's no way I could be with young!" Queen Mary hissed. "Not like Queen Elizabeth!"
"Oh, but you are!" United States sang annoyingly.
"SHUT UP!" Queen Mary roared before she puked again.