Cyrine mumbles, "Unless you got about 5' feet of tiny Captain hidden someplace.."  she clears her throat. "But I'll consider my self special for popping your 'awkward sex' cherry."<br/><br/>She reaches out for the bottle, "No offence..but I need that."  She leans in to grab the bottle, and winces, "Ugh..you even smell like a dude." She laughs teasingly. She downs half the bottle, now....super...super drunk. And starts to kick her pants down.<br/>Under the leather is only a thin cotton pair of boy-cut underwear. "I suppose the tits are coming out too?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>