blue

A bright blue pair of panties and a bra were strung over a sheathed sword that wasn’t my own. Recognizing the scabbard, I turned back to the bed, seeing Lucille, having just sat up, covering herself with the blanket.

“Oh, hi Flynn.” She said nervously, understanding her situation. “I’m sorry, I was probably pretty drunk last night.”

“A bit, yeah.” I sighed. Well damn. I guess I should have figured she’d regret drunk sex.

“My bad. I do tend to get a bit...aggressive... with my needs when I start drinking. I’m sorry if I pressured you into this,” she said, looking down. What? She thinks she pressured me? Damn alcohol induced blackouts.

“No, no, I don’t mind. It was actually really good for me too,” I lied, not remembering a thing. Her face lit up.

“Really?” She said. “That’s good to hear. I’ll have to let you help me again another time.” Hell yes.

“I would like that very much.” I said, overly formally. Wait. Another time? Shit. Reinfast.

“We should get to the guild soon,” she said. “Young Lord Vasquez should be meeting us there today.”

“Do we have to...?” I complained.

“Yes. It is very unwise to deny a summons from such a high ranking noble house,” Lucille said, dressing herself. “Get dressed, and meet me at the guild.”

“Yes ma’am,” I sighed.

“Oh, and don’t tell Sofia about this,” she winked. “We don’t need her getting jealous.” She left the room.

“Fuck.”