Images rushed through Susan's mind. Her hands cupping breasts, her mouthing moving lower and lower, a back arched in pleasure…
Susan woke to dawn's early light, head pounding. The last thing she remembered clearly was tripping over that damn bone. After that, it was all a blur. She glanced over at the sleeping form of the blonde, and quietly slipped out of bed. As she got dressed, she considered the best way to keep the children occupied today. A trip to the park was out of the question, but perhaps she could bring Binky to them. Mrs. Gaiter could hardly object to such a noble* animal as Binky, and the children would spend hours with the horse without getting bored.
She straightened her cloak, and opened the door cautiously, glancing back at the woman one more time. Being Death's granddaughter did not lend itself to a good relationship; dating became awkward when you occasionally saw your partner as 40 years older than you. However, that didn't mean Susan didn't deserve some fun every once in a while. Of course, she thought, it'd be nice to remember the fun.
Susan arrived at the Gaiter house half an hour before she was due to wake the children up, and began to make a pot of tea. A few minutes later, Mr. Gaiter walked past her blearily, and poured himself a cup. As he unfolded a copy of The Times, she walked up the stairs to wake Twyla and Gawain. Her hangover was disappearing quickly, but she thought it best to avoid the noise of the park. Besides, the children really would enjoy Binky.
*In the mind of Mrs. Gaiter, any animal owned by a duchess was noble.
Angua opened her eyes blearily. She didn't remember much of last night, but she'd somehow made it back to her room. She stood up to get ready for work, and realized she was naked. That was odd. She found her shirt and cloak in a pile, and the rest of her clothes strewn about.
What happened last night? Half formed images flitted in and out of her mind, but she pushed them away. She would have to run to get to Pseudopolis Yard on time.
Oh gods. Pseudopolis Yard. Carrot. Reluctantly, she pulled on her shirt.
Angua looked up as the front door slammed open. She'd been working on paperwork for the past few hours, and the sun was nearly setting. She hadn't seen Carrot all day. Maybe he'd been patrolling.
"There's some sort of disturbance over on Lance Street, by the fountain!"
"Well why aren't you dealing with it?" Angua asked roughly. Carrot will be there; I just know it.
"Well, I'm about to get off, see, and I promised my girl I'd…"
Angua looked around for Vimes or Colon or even Nobbs, but the only other guard in the room was one of the new dwarves.
"Fine," she sighed, putting on her helmet.