Mejo looked at the television then back to her. He wondered where Madison was. Not knowing that Madison had planned to take him with her. He would have enjoyed that. He liked getting out of the house. He looked away from the bottle then back to it. Looking up at Priscilla. He waited for the answer. Taking the bottle she handed to him. Not understanding that it was a drink it was a<span style="font-style: italic">DRINK</span>. The bad kind. He sniffed it and scrunched up his nose. "It smells funny." He said. Looking at her. "She would?" He said. Innocently believing Priscilla as he had no reason not to. Abby said to be careful but when it came to Abby he trusted most things anyways. "Okay." He tilted his head to the side. "She has?" He said curiously.\<br/><br/>He took another sniff then took a sip. Scrunching his face up. "It tastes funny..." he said. Taking another sip because to his inexperienced body it was already addicting. He was a bit loopy by the time he finished half the bottle. Literally giggling as he drank more. "It tastes funny..." he said. Laughing more as he looked up at her. His eyes a bit glazed over meaning halfway through the bottle and he was already over tipsy. He looked at the drink again. "Yummy funny..." He said. Laughing afterwards. He drank more of it. Still not knowing it was a bad drink. Already drunk and only through three fourths of a bottle. Looking at Priscilla. "You pretty like abby but you are still weird not like abby." He said. Goofy smile on his face. His wings flexing all on their own. All three of them having drunken movements. He finished the bottle and held it softly.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji gripped the sheets as he was tense. His body flexing and unflexing as he fought against his insticts. He wanted to pull Silva into a smoldering kiss. Yet he didn't. He refrained from doing so. He growled a bit in need but quickly silenced himself. Shivering in need as the hands slid over his body. Letting out a soft sound of need as he felt the soft touches of his penis. He moaned and bucked as Silva's hand started moving up and down his penis. Moaning more from the tight secure grip. "Little looser...not too tight." He moans out. Bucking as he moved Silva's other hands to gentle fondle the base where his balls was. "Massage here." he instructed. He then quickly put his hand on the bed and gripped the covers. Damn. He was needing more restraint. Touching Silva drove him a bit crazier. He moaned and bucked into the hand pumpings. That was helping. Yes. That was helping him quite a bit.