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5/31/15
As the boys climbed into the cab they began to hassle Boq. They had to wait for the Munchkinlander as he was still on his walk with Milla when they returned. Finally, as the cab rolled away and the girls disappeared inside, the boys changed the subject.
"It will be nice to have a day to ourselves." Avaric said. "No skirts chasing us around."
"You're the one who chases skirts, Avaric." Boq pointed out. The Gillikin boy gave him a half hearted glare.
"Well, maybe I want to chase some different skirts." He retorted. "It's hard to do so when you have five girls around. Especially when one of them is Elphaba."
"You just don't like how she puts you in your place." Fiyero countered. Avaric smiled at him.
"She couldn't even if she tried. But her dour demeanor drives all the fun away."
"Yes, our Elphie is quite the party pooper." Snickered Tibbett.
"But it's so nice not have to worry about how you will get home." Crope replied.
"Too true. She is good for that." Avaric agreed.
"And while the other girls can grow boring, Glinda never does. Sorry, Boq." Tibbett said. The boys nodded, except for Boq.
"No offense taken, Tibbett." Boq replied. "I know my Milla doesn't have the same kind of awe power Glinda has, but I think I love her more for it. I mean, who does?"
"Elphaba." Fiyero replied.
"In a strange way, yes." Boq said. "And not because of her skin. There is something that draws people to her."
"It's a sort of primal attraction." Crope answered seriously. "Raw charisma, no refinement. It both grates and attracts at the same time. Tibbett and I have seen some actors like that."
"It's strange how you say it, but it is true. Like a Lion on the Grasslands. Attractive but dangerous." Fiyero agreed.
"Attractively dangerous. A perfect way to describe Elphaba." Avaric summed up. "And Glinda may be dangerously attractive."
"A near perfect pair." Crope agreed.
"How do you think me and Milla fit?" Boq asked tentatively. The others looked at him.
"You're quite good for each other. You love her, and she loves you back. Perhaps not the star quality of our stranger pair, but you will give her what she needs, and she will give you what you do." Avaric answered. Boq looked at him.
"And what's that?"
"Love and babies." Avaric replied with a smile, and ruffled the smaller boy's hair. Boq glared at him, but there was not heat behind it.
"Though I will admit our ladies are much more interesting than I previously thought." Fiyero interjected.
"I assume you mean our sword maiden?" Tibbett asked. Fiyero nodded.
"Not only her, but yes. She rides-"
"Quite well, I'd say." Avaric interjected.
"-and fights well. A strong woman one wouldn't have to worry about." Fiyero ignored Avaric.
"Now only if she could hold her liquor as well." Crope replied. Fiyero smiled.
"I could say the same for you." he retorted. Crope swooned with a hand over his heart.
"You wound me!"
"Ha! You know you're a cheap date as well as Tibbett does." Fiyero answered. Crope mouth's gaped in indignation as Tibbett let out a peal of laughter.
"That's completely unfair." Crope pouted.
"No, it's completely fair." Tibbett countered. "But to continue our discussion, Pfannee is an interesting girl herself."
"That's one way of putting it." Avaric griped.
"So tired of our Miss already?" Fiyero prodded. Avaric sent him a tired look.
"She can be exhausting, I'll give you that. But it is more the luster has faded."
"But not the lust?" Tibbett retorted.
"No. She is good for scratching that itch; what's more is she likes it and does not want anything else from it. Like a man in that respects. But there's no depth there; she cunning, conniving, manipulative, yes, but only wants advancement in life. So where's the fun?"
The other boys nodded in agreement. The girl had slowly turned over the last year from just looking for fun to working with an agenda. While most of the boys did not have to worry, Avaric was a perfect target for her.
"So why isn't she chasing you?" Boq asked.
"Because she can't control me. She needs someone who can be wrapped around her fingers. She'll meet some man with more money than sense soon and do so."
"So why do you still cavort with her?" Crope inquired.
"Because she's fun, and will probably continue to be fun even after she's married."
Boq shook his head.
"Sometimes Avaric I wonder about you."
"Good. Since I don't have to do it, that leaves me more time for women and wine."
"Sometimes I forget what an aristocrat you are, Avaric." Boq said, shaking his head. Avaric looked at him aghast.
"What a terrible thing to say." He replied, causing Boq to shake his head more.
"So what do we want to do with the day, gentlemen?" Fiyero asked.
"I think we should start with a shave. One always can need a good shave." Avaric answered. Fiyero gave him a look. "Well, maybe not you, but for those of us cultured men we can always use a good shave and perhaps a trim."
"That does sound nice." Crope agreed. "I've let my hair go to hell with the end of the school year."
"After that I think a good massage, followed by some smokes and drinks, some lunch, and then maybe some company." Avaric finished.
"And where are we going to find all of this?" Boq asked
"I saw a gentlemen's club the first night in town. I inquired, and they were happy to admit the future Margreave of Tenmeadows along with his friends."
"Good to know were all lumped together." Boq grumbled.
"But anyway, I looked over their services, which prompted me to suggest this day."
"I actually did that." Fiyero responded. Avaric looked at him.
"Really? Huh. Either way, it sounded good."
"And how much does this cost?" asked Boq a bit nervously. Avaric look scandalized.
"Cost? My dear Boq, to have the friends of Tenmeadows pay for something like this would be an affront to the name. Naturally, I'll take care of it."
"Are you sure?"
"Only when it comes to spending money. So let's take ourselves back to change for the day, and then to our activities."
Avaric had changed into a vest of dark brown with a golden undershirt and cream breeches. Fiyero himself had chosen to go with the same color pants with high boots, but with a crimson vest instead. Boq wore the simple shirt and breeches of Munchkinland while the Emerald City boys opted for a more colorful variation thereof.
The cab that had taken them to the girls' cabin had waited for them to change, and now took them to the gentlemen's club. A footman met them at the door. He bowed slightly as he opened it. Fiyero did not miss the condescending look from the man. He ignored it as he always. The boys were met in the lounge by a concierge.
"Greetings, Master Tenmeadows. How my I help you today?" asked the man. Avaric smiled.
"I sent a note over the other day requesting appointments with the barber, masseuse, and then a room for relaxation and lunch." he answered. The man nodded.
"Yes, we received it. If the young Masters would follow me I would be happy to escort you to the barber." He said with a slight bow. Avaric nodded.
"Lead the way."
As they were led to the barber station the boys took in the club around them. Built of large wooden beams in the rustic style of the area, the walls and floor were of hardwood and fine craftsmanship. The many rooms they passed served all the functions of a proper club from exercise to recreation. They passed a small fencing room and Fiyero tapped Avaric on the shoulder. Avaric looked and shook his head. The boys smiled.
The man opened a door and led them into a long room. There were stone wash basins against the wall over which mirrors hung. The most important asset, however, was the customary barber chair. For Fiyero, the entire sight was a new to him. Another, older man walked in followed by a couple of younger men.
"Greetings, young Masters. How may I help you today?" he asked cheerfully.
"We were looking for a nice shave and hair trim. We are going out a little later tonight and decided we wanted to look our best." Avaric responded. The man put his hands together.
"Of course! I promise nothing less than our best. Now, which of you would like to go first?"
"I'll wait." Fiyero said. "I do not need a shave, unlike my friends."
"Of course. How about you, young Master," the barber said, and pointed to Avaric, "your Munchkinlander friend, and one of the Emerald City boys?"
"You can tell where we come from?" Tibbett asked. The barber smiled.
"Of course. A tradesman must know their trade. By your appearance I'd guess you are in the arts somewhere too."
"Yes, I'm an actor." Tibbett replied.
"Then come, Master Actor and join your friends."
The three boys took their spots on the chair. Fiyero watched eagerly. He had never seen someone receive a shave before as he normally skipped the trips to the barber. He watched as the men first applied a warm, wet towel to the other boys' faces and let it relax there while they used a brush to create a lather. After a minute or two, they withdrew the towel and used a brush to lather on the shaving cream. Fiyero thought it a funny sight.
What startled him was the appearance of the long straight blades. He understood the concept of shaving, of course, but the thought of such a bright knife so close to his throat caused him to tense instinctively. He watched as the Master Barber slowly brought the blade to Avaric's throat, and did a downward stroke. Fiyero had disciplined himself with all of his will; certain he would see the bright reflection of blood. However, as the lather disappeared in the smooth strokes and was reapplied, he at once marveled at the precision of the man and gave thanks to the spirits he did not need to shave.
After the barber finished the boys' shave they placed oil on each of their faces. From there they moved onto the hair. Avaric, with his long hair, took the least time as the barber merely trimmed the edges and styled it. Crope was next into the chair of the Master Barber for his shave and trim. Tibbett finished next, as though his hair was long he needed some additional styling effects to get it to lay right. Fiyero smiled as the boy made his way over to him. Boq was still in his chair as his hair was shorn short in the style of Munchkinland.
Fiyero undid the leather thong holding his hair together and undid the braids. He made his way to the chair. He noticed the younger barber stiffen a bit but ignored it. Many Gillikinese did not feel completely comfortable around Vinkuns.
"Just a slight trim, please." He said to the man.
The man nodded and stared at Fiyero's hair. Unlike the Munchkinland and Gillikinese hair that was fine and straight, Fiyero was thicker and wavier. He counted himself lucky he did not have the curlier hair of his southern Vinkun cousins as it would be even more of a chore to keep out of his way. His hair did have the similar trait of being oilier than the Gillikin and Munchkinland variants, though.
The barber picked up Fiyero's hair and made a face Fiyero could clearly see in the reflection. The Vinkun decided to interpret it as consternation rather than distaste. Rolling the thick hair over in his hands, the man pulled one back and rubbed his fingers together. The look deepened and Fiyero knew it could be nothing than disgust. The man fanned out Fiyero's hair.
"A slight trim, sir?" the man questioned.
"Yes." Fiyero reiterated.
"Perhaps the sir would prefer a close trim to keep it out of the way."
"No, just a slight trim, please."
"It would be more fashionable if you went to a shorter style."
"No, thank you. Just a slight trim."
"This barbarian hair style of yours-"
"Just. A. Slight. Trim." Fiyero emphasized civilly.
"Is there a problem over there?" called the Master Barber. He had stopped working on Crope to look over at the voices. The other man had finished on Boq and the Munchkin had started making his way to where his friends sat.
"No, no problem." Fiyero answered.
"Sir, I don't think I can do this. This Winkie's hair is just a mess." The man standing behind Fiyero said. Fiyero felt the hot flush of anger but controlled it.
"Excuse me?" Avaric said, suddenly on his feet. His voice was tight with anger "That is a guest of mine. You will show him respect."
"I understand he is a servant of yours, Master Tenmeadows, but-"
"Servant?" Avaric exploded. "That man is my friend! I want you to leave right now."
"Sir, I hardly think it necessary-"
"But I do. And you will do best to remember your place, barber." Avaric hissed the last word. The man quieted.
"You heard the Master," said the head barber, "leave."
"But sir!" the other barber pleaded. The older man had no remorse.
"Leave. Your tenure here is done."
The man looked about to his other compatriot but received no compassion. With disgust, the man took off his apron and threw it to the ground, and left through the side door. The older man watched him go and shook his head. He turned back to the boys.
"My apologies, Masters. The man was out of line. If you care for it, I can continue on my honor. If not, I can have you compensated for your time." He said deferentially. Avaric looked at Fiyero, who just shook his head. The barbers saw, and the one who had cut Boq's hair stepped up.
"I'll take care of it, sir. The Master said just a trim, correct?" the man asked. Fiyero nodded. "Do you wish for me to rebraid your hair?"
"Can you? I find most Gillikinese do not do so with their own."
"I have three daughters. As long as it is a simple braid I can do them." The man smiled. Fiyero smiled back.
"The simplest. But it goes from the front of my head to the back."
"I will remember. Now, please just relax."
The man began his trim of Fiyero's hair and Fiyero did try his best to relax. Though the barber moved quickly and efficiently, Fiyero could tell the man was tense. The Vinkun was under no illusion that this man did not share the prejudice of his colleague; he simply was much better at controlling himself. Fiyero inwardly sighed and tried to enjoy his trim. As the man finished and started on his braids, Fiyero was happy it would be over soon.
After they were finished, Avaric tipped the men. He made sure to make it the same amount he would have for three so as to communicate his approval of the head barber's actions. The barbers thanked him for his generosity, and the boys headed out the door. Their guide was waiting, and led them to a room where a small bar was set up. Avaric quickly added a few fingers of alcohol to a glass, and motioned at the rest of the boys. Only Fiyero took him up on the offer.
A waiter came in shortly and the boys ordered lunch. Their afternoon meal consisted mostly of game and fresh vegetables of the season, but none of the boys minded. They were happy to get away from the constant expectations of social life and just be themselves. There was much laughter and jokes, most often crude. In all, it was a good time.
After lunch, they were led to another room with long tables partitioned by paper. The boys scrunched their brows at this, except for Avaric. He simply smiled. Stepping into one, he drew the curtain after him.
"What are you doing, Avaric?" Boq asked.
"Stripping down, Boq old boy. A massage cannot be done with clothes on. So get naked and climb under the sheets." He replied.
"This isn't some strange sex thing, is it Avaric? If it is I swear-"
"No, no. If I wanted that I wouldn't have set up a massage here. This is an actual massage. Now just do as I say. On, and face down."
The boys looked at each other quizzically. Fiyero was the first to step into another and draw the curtain, followed by the other boys. There was some shuffling and mild swearing as Crope lost his balance, but they were soon all prepared.
"Are the young Masters ready?" came a male voice.
"Yes." Avaric answered.
Men came into each of the boys' rooms and set about their business. Fiyero tensed as the man began to press and knead his flesh but tried to relax. He had massaged sore muscles himself before, but never with this skill. He exhaled and decided to just go with it. While strange, it did feel relaxing.
Crope and Tibbett were enjoying themselves. A bit more experienced, they still had never had a professional massage. Each boy was trying to remember for the other the spots the masseur hit for a different, more intimate time. They smiled, for knowing each other as they did, they knew the other was thinking the same thing.
Boq was very uncomfortable. Not used to this level of contact with other men nor used to any sort of massage outside a mild one for himself, he was trying not to tense. His masseur recognized this, and tried to talk to him. Boq did not start relaxing until the man started asking him questions about Munchkinland, as he had spent time there.
After their massages, the boys took much time getting up and getting dressed; partially because they did not want to get up, and partially because they did not know what to do next. It was decided that they would go into town and try to find some entertainment there. Avaric, however, was not pleased with his companions' manner of dress, and directed their cab to the nearest tailor.
The tailor scented a large commission the second Avaric swaggered through the door, and gave them his undivided attention. Avaric quickly added a cream jacket to his ensemble of brown and gold, and ordered Fiyero a dark brown jacket. For the rest of the boys, he added vest and jacket. For Tibbett, a dark green jacket with gold accents and matching vest with Crope in similar clothing charcoal grey with gold accents. Finally for Boq, a dark blue coat and cream undershirt with a lighter blue vest. Satisfied with their appearance, Avaric tipped the man handsomely and walked them out to where their cab was still waiting.
The boy's were having small conversation when they were suddenly lurched forward. Avaric sprung from the cab and hurried towards a vendor. The other boys, confused, slowly trickled after him. Avaric was paying for a variety of flowers and then turned to the boys.
"Crope; Tibbett; these are for you." He said, handing each a red rose. Puzzled, they attached them to their jackets.
"Boq, for you." Avaric continued, giving him a yellow tulip. Boq attached it while giving Avaric a cautious look.
"Fiyero." He said, giving him a blue flower. Fiyero had never seen it before. "It's Delphinium."
"And for myself," he said, putting on a red delicate flower, "a poppy. Now gentlemen, shall we continue?"
Avaric led them back to the cab while the other boys looked at each other in puzzlement. Crope went to say something, but a small headshake from Fiyero made him drop the question. The other boys agreed that it best to let it lie.
After a few more minutes the boys finally reached their destination: a little dance and dining hall. They were hoping for some dinner and dancing before retiring to their own devices for the evening. Avaric, of course, hoped to score some company.
After ordering their food, the group sat ad began to pour out the wine. All the boys except Avaric cut their wine; the young heir did not think it necessary to do so. They continued their discussion from the day and commented on the new clothes. The boys did not miss how the women in the hall admired the cut and coordination. Fiyero did not miss the dark looks from some of the men. He reminded himself to not get too comfortable. Then the food arrived, and the boys focused on that instead.
Following dinner, Avaric and Fiyero went to the floor while the rest held the table. Avaric quickly found some women to talk to while Fiyero looked over the scene. They were currently doing partner dances, but Fiyero knew they would start with the group dances soon.
"Fiyero, friend, come over here!" Avaric yelled over the noise. The other boy confidently strode over to him. The two girls the heir was talking to gave Fiyero appreciative looks. "This here is Elena, and Masremina. They were curious about you."
"We've never seen a Wink-Vinkun in person before." Elena caught herself. Fiyero smiled. It was used to being treated as an exotic attraction to gawk at, and it was easiest to just play along.
"Well, you may have and not even known." Fiyero replied. "Some of my Vinkun cousins closer to the City could pass easily for rural Gillikinese."
"But you're so much bigger than our men." Masremina said. Avaric's eyebrow twitched.
"Not particularly; just a bit broader." Fiyero responded.
"Really? That doesn't make life more difficult for you?"
"No, not really."
"Care for a dance? I've only danced with Gillikin men."
"I'd be honored."
Fiyero held out his hand and the girl went to place her own in it, but a voice stopped her.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but I have first dance. He owes me." Came a very familiar voice. Fiyero turned to see a Munchkinlander with a large smile.
"Miss Pfannee. I can honestly say I did not expect to see you here." Fiyero said. Not the smartest choice of words, but true nonetheless. The girl looked at her and back to him.
"You know this Munchkin?" she asked. Fiyero caught the condescension in her tone before Pfannee's face shifted in distaste.
"Munchkinlander, and yes." Fiyero said. He offered his smile to the girl. "I am sorry but she is right; I do owe her a dance. I would be happy to afterward."
"I'll think on it." Came the curt reply. Fiyero shrugged inwardly and turned back around. The Munchkin girl had a smile on her face the kind Fiyero had never seen before. A genuine one.
"What are you doing here, Miss Pfannee? I thought the girls were having a relaxing day to themselves."
"We got bored." Came the quick reply. "Are you going to dance with me or not?"
"Of course." Fiyero said, and put out a hand for the girl.
Pfannee took it and practically led them to the dance floor. Fiyero glanced to Avaric, but he was busy chatting with the same two girls. Fiyero inwardly shrugged again. He'd find out when he found out. Taking an adjusted dancing stance for the Munchkinland girl, they began a slower dance. Fiyero found it slightly strange that the girl was not making any overt or covert sexual advances.
"So, what did you do today?" Fiyero asked. Pfannee huffed slightly.
"Boring things. Walked by the lake, had lunch, dressed up, went to a salon, and now we're here." She replied.
"Looking for more excitement?"
"Somewhat. Unfortunately, this is just far enough out of the way to not have it. Unless you know something I don't?" Pfannee asked conspiratorially. Fiyero shook his head.
"Sorry. I think the plan was to go back to the house and drink."
"More of the same. We were going to take in a show tonight, and then head back."
"Oh? That sounds interesting. Perhaps we could join you?"
"As long as Avaric doesn't bring those tarts with him." Pfannee answered in disgust.
"I can't promise anything."
"I know. I'm just bored of him, and our pool of available men has slimmed considerably these last few months." Pfannee sighed.
"Then why not go outside?"
"And bring trouble in? Not worth yet. At least not right now. My parents will be matchmaking soon, so I can't have any issues."
"Ah. I see."
"Speaking of taken men, how is Miss Cora taking you being out with a group of women?"
"She trusts me and understands that relaxation is needed."
"Will you stay with her in Shiz, or will you return to the unnamed wilds?"
"My duty is to my clan."
"And you'll marry that child bride of yours, too? How does Miss Cora take that?"
Fiyero stiffened and was quiet for a few moments. Finally, he said,
"I haven't told her yet."
"You think she'll agree to be a second wife to a tribal chief?"
"No; no I do not."
"Then what shall you do?"
"I haven't quite figured that, as of yet. But I would appreciate getting off the subject."
"Consider me off, for now."
"Thank you."
The two ended their dance when the song did, and Fiyero followed Pfannee to over where the girls were sitting. Boq had already been sought out by Milla, but only Tibbett accompanied him. Fiyero wondered where the other boy was; he did not wonder where Avaric was as he had seen him disappear with both the girls during the dance. Shenshen saw him and smiled, causing him to return it.
"Well, you're a sight. All dressed up like a proper Ozian." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know if I like it."
"Well, I can't exactly strip down to my waist now, can I?" Fiyero replied with a smile. The looks from the two girls caused him to backpedal. "Or rather, I won't."
"Well, there goes that fun." Pfannee grumbled. "But either way, we must be going if we wanted to catch the show."
"Is it too late to buy tickets?" Fiyero inquired. Shenshen smiled.
"Yes; but lucky for you they are tables, and we reserved one."
"We are in your debt." Fiyero said dramatically.
"We'll think of a way for you to repay it." Pfannee replied. "But let's get going. Grab a couple of wine bottles on the way out."
Fiyero nodded and helped the group get going. As he passed the counter, he ordered some wine and tucked them into his coat pockets. As they walked the street towards the little theater, he noticed Avaric was not with them. Fiyero shrugged. Avaric could take care of himself. Spotting something he wanted, he dipped into a brewery, and had to run to catch up with the group at the theater. He saw the Amas had met back up with the girls at the entrance. At some point Avaric appeared behind him, a bit askance.
"Have fun?" Fiyero asked. The other boy smiled.
"I did. I was starting on the second round when you rapscallions left me. I had to leave my poor admirers high and dry. Well, maybe not dry."
"Poor you."
"Yes, well, I got their names. I shall probably pay them another visit. To make it up to them, you see."
"How noble of you."
"I tend to think so."
The play was a raucous sort. Not one of the professional troupes from the City or Central Gillikin, the group played for entertainment rather than art. As it was encouraged for the audience to interact with the players, Crope and Tibbett consistently pointed out the flaws in their technique. It got the boys in trouble, though, as the lead eventually pulled them up onto stage, and gave them cues for parts. Both boys shone in their element, and when they sat down they got loud applause. For the rest of the show, actors would hop off stage to ask for pointers about how to deliver a line or react to something. All in all, a good time was had.
During the show they had polished off the wine early, but Fiyero had produced two bottles of a golden alcohol. A rarity in civilized Oz, he explained it was called mead and was made from honey. Unbeknownst to them, it was more alcoholic than their customary wine and hid it well in its added sweetness. Hence they were all drunk by the time it ended.
Without Elphaba around, the group huddled close in a bumbling mess while the girls Amas (who were slightly less drunk but much more experienced in inebriated decision making) got the cabs. The boys were poured into the cabs first by stern looks and glares, and then the girls swaddled up into theirs. The girls giggled and were merry the entire way back to the cabin, which is where they found Elphaba; flushed and cleaning up the sitting room.
"Oh, Miss Elphaba." Milla said. "We didn't mean to interrupt."
"No interruption." Elphaba replied as she began to clean up the floor. Pfannee's nose wrinkled at a particular smell, but she could not place it.
"What's that smell?" asked Pfannee. Elphaba froze. Shenshen elbowed the girl, which thankfully Elphaba missed.
"It looks like Elphaba made vegetables in some sort of sauce. That's probably what it is." Shenshen covered quickly. Elphaba turned around and nodded. Shenshen whispered the next part. "That's us, drunky. We reek of booze."
"Yes. I bumped the table and sent it all over. Glinda is upstairs changing now." Elphaba was saying. The girls looked at her strangely, mostly because they had missed what she had said.
"Violet is a nice shade on you." Milla blurted out. Her still drunk brain was not controlling her tongue very well. Normally she would have never made comment.
"It is quite warm. Whereas you grow pinker, I turn a different shade. At least it can be deemed inoffensive." Elphaba retorted. The girls did not think on it, as it hurt their heads.
"I see you had a good time." A voice called from the stairs. The girls looked up to see Glinda in a simple gown. They did not notice Elphaba until she was gone, and then when she was back again.
"Oh yes, that we did." Giggled Pfannee. "I hope you weren't too bored."
"No, I dare say it was exactly what I needed." Responded Glinda. "So tell me about it."
And in a rush, the girls did so.
Pfannee and Shenshen made their way to their room. After closing the door, the girls began helping each other out of their dresses. Their Amas had long since learned they were not needed for this part of the night. After undoing their cinches, Shenshen quickly dropped her clothes to the floor. Pfannee always liked Shenshen to be unclothed before herself, so Shenshen obliged. After a moment, she stripped the shorter girl of her own clothes. As the blonde's head popped out Shenshen gave her a tender kiss.
"That was nice." Murmured Pfannee. "But I don't think I'm up for it tonight."
"Me either. Too much drink." Shenshen agreed. "How about just some cuddling?"
"I could do that."
Smiling down at the Munchkinland girl, Shenshen bent down and scooped her into her arms. Pfannee scowled at the action but Shenshen did not mind. She took a couple of wobbly steps before dumping them both to their shared bed.
"Real smooth, Shenny." Pfannee groaned as the girl lay on top of her. Shenshen giggled.
"I'm sorry, poppet; I guess I'm still a bit drunk."
"Come here, then, and let's sleep." Pfannee replied, pulling the other girl close. After a moment, she drew the blankets over them. "Sweet dreams, Shenshen."
"I'll dream of you, then."
Pfannee snorted at the other girl's response, but Shenshen just smiled.
This chapter covers the 13th of Wanespring