<span style="color: purple">"Either way I'm going to find out and kick his ass if he stiffed me, I pay him to let me drink away my problems in peace, not try to keep me from killing myself from alcohol poisoning. Well whatever, just blame it on me being drunk then. You still brought me home and nothing happened so clearly there was no issue."</span>Vyre shrugged and stepped into the shower once it was hot enough for her and let out a low moan of relaxation.<span style="color: purple">"Ras isn't so dumb as to thin you and your son are even remotely similar. At least I'd hope he isn't. Now get in here, my back isn't going to scrub itself." </span>She lathered up a sponge and handed it to the dragon while she began to wash her front side.<span style="color: purple"> "I guess that'd work too, even if Ibara didn't want to come home I'd at least be able to talk to her again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>