Well, not great for tonight at least. The future... not so bright either.

Maeve looked down at the passed out moron on the floor of her club, a bright blonde giggling plain-clothes cop next to him.
She did have to admit, she did love the look of Officer Dee all splayed out on the floor like that.
Fuck, she'd been around the girls and drinks too much tonight, was horniness contagious?
It had been a fun night though, it'd been a long time since she'd been able to just relax a bit and drink and laugh with some women friends instead of just focusing on research and business.

Bruce took that moment to fart loudly as some of his muscles relaxed in his nut-concussion-induced blackout.
It did not sound like a dry one.

Maeve looked up and met the nearest bartenders eyes with a raised eyebrow. Where was her security? The bartender gave a quick gesture to the painted black cat that was above the bar, it had shifted from it's calm, observing pose to a standing one with it's hackles raised. Security had already been alerted and were on their way. God she loved her little artistic signals.

Thankfully, Maeve spotted three of her hunky security guards approaching from various directions. They would be more than enough to move the passed out moron to a backroom where he could "sleep off" his inebriation and "be persuaded" to talk about his **** and how he manufactures them. She also prepared a quick sending spell to Alison that Bruce would be resting off a difficult night and to search wherever he was staying for enhanced roofies. Any doses that could be sent her way would be greatly appreciated, since she'd magically decayed all of the **** on him before he used them all in the drinks. She may be a decent alchemist, but recreating **** based on dregs of magically super-expired in mixed drinks... possible, but a bigger hassle than it was worth.

Oh, she also sent a second sending that they needed to read Dessa and Dee in on the magical nature of the world they live in and that they could do it together once she drops by to collect her payment for the assist on Bruce. No reason they couldn't kill two birds with one stone of exposition.

As Bruce was hauled by security towards one of the hidden elevators that went to the small guest rooms she had near her own living quarters, She still had things to do.

Dessa and Dee helped each other through the parking lot, both with a little difficulty. Dee apparently had a few drinks to get a good buzz going while she was watching. Dessa could get that, she was supposed to be blending in at a club and there was do dancefloor nearby for her to blend into.

Still, two tipsy cops were giggling to each other as they made their way through the parking lot.

"Did you see his face?" Dee repeated for the fifth time, it still made both of them giggle as they made their way to Dee's car. They weren't going to drive off quite yet, they still needed to sober up a bit, but everyone decided to head home after Bruce got taken away, some of them apparently had early mornings.

Dessa tried to gather her thoughts as they finally made it to Dee's little Corolla, they needed to talk once they got in the car.

After a few minutes of figuring out how keys work again and maneuvering themselves into the front seats, both officers relaxed into the seats after they took their strappy clubbing shoes off.

After a brief moment of silence as the two women felt the tension of the night relax, Dessa looked over at her partner.

"We have to talk" Dessa said.

Dee, still smiling lightly "What's going on?"

"Not here, We need to get somewhere private. But... I think we're walking backwards into something huge." Dessa said, maintaining eye contact with her partner. Something that took a surprising amount of effort to not dip her eyes down to her partner's luscious chest.

The two cops, after sobering up, ended up heading back to Dee's place to talk about some of the surprising revelations Dessa had in the club, and what the two would be doing with the Skye family going forward.

Brittney and Gabrielle's lips pressed together again in the back of the Uber they ordered to get home. The two couldn't keep their hands off each other after that much booze and teasing at the table. The young woman driving them home sure didn't seem to mind, though she did have to keep forcing herself to keep her eyes on the road. The poor girl's eyes kept being magnetized to the view in her back seat in her rear view mirror, the two curvy milfs in a barely controlling themselves from diving into each other's pussies and 69ing the whole way home. Both women only held back for one shared reason, the idea of how hot it was going to be once they got home and could share their man's long, thick babymaking pole between them. They'd both done so good for him at the club, teasing out that moron's secrets and getting it all recorded on several different camera angles, including that yummy cop's phone. They deserved a reward.

Maeve was even dropping by tomorrow with a copy of the recordings and that moron of a fiancé. Hopefully that would be enough to wake Illyana up so she could stop running away from all the yumminess of Max. She'd be so much happier with him, worshiping his cock with all her sisters, cousins, her mother and aunt.

Tomorrow was going to be a glorious day.