User blog:Locke Flinnt/Minotaur WWYD response

Raising a finger in "one moment, please" gesture, I reach for the nearest source of liquid and happily gulp down the slick substance resembling water, only tinted mildly green. "Hey, don't eat the flowers, at least!", the girl's laughter booms in my ears. It is only now that I realize I've been drinking from a vase, bouquet still in it - well, better than a chamber pot in any case. "Want some?", I offer Minotaur the vase, trying to preserve at least of my dignity. To my surprise, she downs the drink in one mighty chug. I hang down the side of the bed, fishing for some liquor to raise my spirit or at least drown the awful taste in my mouth. As I get back up with a half-bottle of spirits, Minotaur, smiling snidely, drawls: "Y'know, hon', ya look pretty worn out after yesterday. Maybe you should have some rest first - age takes it's toll, I understand...old dog!" That does it. I may be getting past my prime, but such insolence will not be tolerated. Jumping in between my bovine girl's thighs, I take a hearty mouthful of alcohol, pass her bottle and growl in ire: "All right, greenhorn, you've aroused my anger!" "Something else, too, I see?", she quips, taking a sip and running her hand over my 'gun'. "Well, I'm gonna show you there's still life in this 'old dog' here!". I grab her hips and jerk her up from bed, pressing her hot nether against my tensing loins...