Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160421214950/@comment-5583506-20160423224534

Shakti had drifted off to only the Gods knew where. Three jugs of the strongest ale were all emptied by the counter and the Khajiit didn't look particularly healthy. Sari didn't want to suffer the same kind of sensation and so had only pretended to drink as much as Shakti had.

"That's... funny..." said Shakti incoherently, looking as if she was barely aware of her whereabouts. "This one could have sword that... that... that the men would all be lining up by now..."

"They won't when you look as if you are about to throw up any second", Sari noted.

"Aye, that... that might be..." Shakti made a grimace, indicating that she had just held back some internal contents. "... true... This one will just... have another one then... and then she will..."

"No, you won't", said Sari with a sigh, getting up from her chair and grabbing her older sister by the waist, grunting as she heaved her over her shoulder. "You are going to sleep this off."

"How... do... do you do it?" Shakti snickered. "Men have always wanted you. Why has no one wanted Shakti?"

If you only knew, reflected Sari.

"For a starters", sighed Sari and started to head upstairs with the drunken Khajiit. "Sari doesn't drink herself into a stupor. No one wants to court a woman whose breath smells like a mead distillery."

"You... may... be right..." grumbled Shakti and let out a sound halfway between a snort and a cough. "That sounds... sensible..."

"Man, you need to get that cat off your mind." Zaydate sighed. "She went and did something idiotic, outwith your control. Quit beating up about it. Ain't your fault she was fucking stupid."

As Sari passed the room door with Shakti over her shoulder she froze up. Her very blood started to boil in her veins.

''I feel just as Suri did at that particular moment... and if I didn't have Shakti to care for I would have... I would have ripped someone open!''