Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170101020716

"Yulo." Cyndwella raises her glass.

"Yulo." The others do the same, somber expressions on their faces.

Heloise raises her glass and looks to Eva. She can sense that Heloise knows exactly how she feels.

"Yulo," She says quietly.

One by one, the wives file past Eva, giving simple words, or even just a touch on her shoulder.

"Okay. Now.  Let's get this shit started..." The familiar smile creeps back across Cyndwella's face.

For hours, the party continues. Drinks flow, conversation chatters, and music blares. Several of the wives become quite sloshed, not least of all Blackie, who periodically pulls her flintlock out and fires it into the air, screaming that she'll 'flay any Order scab alive.' It usually takes several others to tackle her amd pin her down.

For the most part, Cyndwella and Rhada stay by Eva. Rhada has taken it upon herself to try and get Eva to experiment with her hair and fingernails. Eventually, the party winds down, having gone for seemingly hours and hours, which fly by. Eventually Cyndwella yawns.

"Never thought it'd come to this, but I'm about ready to fall the fuck over. This plane blows for energy flow.  What about you, Daisy?  You good?"