Drunken Girl's Day

Bored out of her mind with the mundane daily tasks that being a pack wolf forced her into, Scylla was in need of a bit of fun. She wanted something interesting. Something new. What better way to shake things up a bit than to get the alpha of the pack drunk? That was the plan, anyway. Scylla had procured some nice bottles of wine and a bottle of something a bit stronger that she was sure could be used to clean wounds if the pair of ladies couldn't stomach the taste.

With her sack full of supplies, the blue and cream fae chose a nice spot at the edge of the lake, laying out a few nice furs so that they didn't have to lay in the sand and dirt. A soft wuff from her bushdog companion let her know that Manea was on the way. All she had to do now was wait.

At last, the purple fae arrived, giving apologies, to which Scylla shook her head. "No worries," the smaller woman spoke, motioning to the second batch of furs so that Manea could rest. Scylla then extracted a full bottle of wine and placed it before the horned woman, then took a second and placed it before herself. "I took the liberty of telling Alastor that we probably won't be back tonight, and if we are, we won't be in any state for doing... well, anything."With a chuckle and a wink, Scylla popped the cork and took a big swig of the fruity brew. Her nose wrinkled a little bit at the first taste and she tipped the bottle at her companion. "I thought you could use a break from responsibility. Cheers!"

"Scylla Klein"