Empty beer barrels

Esmik and Ibera emerge from the alley a good twenty minutes later, just as embarrassed as before.

"I... I think I'd rather be naked!" Esmik complains.

"Shut up!" Ibera snaps back. "No one wants to see your fat butt anyway."

Esmik sniffles and fights to hold back the tears. She's a very thin-skinned (at least metaphorically) bully.

"At least this way everything is covered..." Ibera says a her belly embarrassing rubs against the inside of the empty beer barrel she's wearing.

Ibera and Esmik both blush as they fiddle with their barrels, neither one of them wants to admit it's a tight squeeze.

"Now that we're decent," Esmik says as she wipes the water from her eyes. She's **** to change the subject. "We should march right up to those two scrawny, pointy-eared frauds and demand our money (she's conveniently forgotten they never actual paid Tana) and our clothes back.

"Yeah, and then we find that worthless Pansie and make her strip naked for the rest of trip the for screwing this up so bad!" Ibera chimes in.

"She is sooooo fired!" Esmik adds as the two mean girls find common ground once more; picking on poor Pansie.

"Yeah..." Ibera agrees. "Um... so... which way was that bullshit spa again?"

"I think it was that way..." Esmik says as she points east, failing to notice the large plume of black smoke rising through the air that way...