Hey, I agree with you on that one, sis. They are total asses. [Which may be the nicest thing Lup's called the gods of Hadriel so far, honestly.

But the company here is just too much fun and Lup's head is already swimming from all that she's had to drink, so the woman is content to leave her usual bitching about the gods here behind for the night. She just wants to get nice and close with these two women and dance until she can't feel her legs beneath her.

Lup's just about to loop an arm around Cecily's waist and drag her a little closer when the woman turns to show off her new attire. The elf whistles, barely heard against the music blaring above them, her eyes dropping down with purpose to teasingly run up and down the other woman's figure as she spins.]

Shit, you both got fucking sweet jackets. I'm actually jelly.