Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170124195916

An hour has passed. Hex leans back in her chair, stuffed to the brim, empty plates in front of her. Cyndwella is on her second bottle.

"If you keep that up, your tummy's gonna look like a third boob," Cyndwella says.

"But it'll be a bigger boob," Hex says. "So, let me ask you a question. What's it like to live in the mansion of the most wanted man in the country?"

"Mmm...a bit boring, actually," Cyndwella says, leaning on her elbow. "Had some banging sex with his wife, but that was about it."

"That's it?? What do you mean, that's it??"

"He's married, I'm married. What do you think is going to happen?" Cyndwella scowls at her.

"Oh come on! Come ON!  You have to admit he's hot!" Hex flutters her wings.

"Yeeeees, no doubt. Believe me, he may not know it, but I've spied on him plenty of times, hehehehe!  But there's nothing I can do."

"Hmm. I guess not..."

"Hehehehe...but it IS fun to get a rise out of him. He's so sensitive sometimes!  Gets all grumpy and tries to take everything too seriously.  I'm not sure I've ever seen him laugh."

"Fart."

Cyndwella looks up. "...What?"

"Make fart noises. That's always funny."

Cyndwella gives Hex an incredulous look. "First, that's not the point, Hex. Second, it wouldn't work because he's lived with that Pharaoh for too long and they don't like lowbrow humor.  Third, I think we just discovered why you don't have a boyfriend."

"That's not fair! I was only trying to help!...Oh, poo.  You're probably right." Hex lays her head down on her folded arms.