Kitchen

Sirena guessed Yeria was still getting drunk at this point so she made her way into the kitchen, waving to her friend Stephen who was descended from old Earth's genetic engineering projects, namely he was a horse anthromorphic. The ladies loved him for rather obvious reasons, and all the males in his family had to have specially tailored pants.

Sure enough Yeria was in the kitchen. There was a tapped keg, but the glass she held was clear, meaning she was drinking water or vodka. And by the look on her face it was Vodka. Yeria sneered as she was Sirena who only smiled back. She'd get what was coming to her soon enough. Yeria was five foot five, blond hair, and she had c cups like Sirena did, but on her much smalled body they looked bigger. Tonight she was wearing slim black pants and a white blouse, trying to look more sophisticated.

Sirena slowly sauntered up to Yeria, who looked a little surprised. Sirena knew she could play it two ways here, either take command of the situation and try and get Yeria to her car as soon as possible, or play it safe and get her nice and drunk before moving her out.