A Third Wheel Turns a Bike into a Trike Which is Much More Fun

The russet and cream fae lay there, humming a little tune as she waited. Soon the shift in the calls of the sea birds above alerted her to the approaching pair. Bowen curled her neck around, flashing a smile to Briar as the antlered woman drew near and complimented her work. "Why thank you," she gave a dramatic bow while still laying down. Briar soon joined her on the ample furs, getting comfortable before Artorias came to complete the trio. He seemed a little apprehensive at first and it was rather comical, but she could understand. As far as he knew, she and Briar weren't exactly the best of friends.

As the giant black and blue brute joined them on the pile of furs, placing himself in the center like the meat to a sandwich, Bowen leaned up to kiss the cheek closest to her. His words brought a husky chuckle from the tiny woman and she nudged his shoulder with her own. "We've been found out," she chuckled again. "Briar and I have decided that she and I have to be together and there's no room for you in the picture. Sorry, brother dear, but you have to go." She leaned up close one obsidian ear and purred. "The wine is poisoned. You probably shouldn't drink it."

Rising from her place, Bowen sauntered over to the stack of items that she'd brought and took up three bottles of wine that she'd pilfered from the cellar. Coming back, she handed one off to Briar, "My lady," she sad dramatically before sticking a bottle between Art's big paws. The third she took for herself, settling down upon her belly once more. She leaned into Art's side, not ashamed at all to show him little affections, though she wasn't trying to make Briar uncomfortable at all. This was an opportunity to see how they all got along. In order to do that, they had to be themselves.

Uncorking the bottle, Bowen gave it a little 'cheers' wiggle. "Here's to new friendships," she grinned, trying to be optimistic. Bowen then placed the edge of the bottle against pale pink lips before upending it, draining a large quantity of the brew in one long draw. To combat the jealousy that she would likely begin to feel, she was going to need it. Bowen then placed her chin on her brother's shoulder, looking up at him with big, emerald eyes. "Ai fost surprins?"

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