"Thereshhh.. no occaision... apart fromssss.. my mother'sss death... One ofch my daddy's bitcsch mishtreshes gotch her schent to cha exchecutioners forch dissent... Watched her ... hic.. gets Eaten bych a Schwampsac in cha sqchare this morning... " She says drowning herself in a big gulp of her drink.<br/><br/>"Sho here... hic... I am... Kicked outch of my h-home... forch.. being cha daughter... hic... orch a breeding traitor...with juscht the CLothces on my back.. and cha daggers onch my beautiful hipch... And my bar tab here..."<br/>She elaborates.<br/><br/>"Sho tomorrow, I havesh to make enough money chto rent a plasche.. ot I'll bech a Vaga.. Vaga.. Vagabond onch cha street... And cha know wchaht they do to Homlessch gurlsh around heresh.... They schent them to the orphanage..."<br/>Valerie looks with a conspiratorial grin... "And I don wantch to be tomorrowsh roast bithch meats.."<br/>She downs the last of her glass in one final glub and smashes it against the floor. Her bartab must be big enough still to cover the Damage, because Maggie just ignores the mess, her daggers still hidden under her loincloth.<br/><br/>"Scho whtacha say Friend? Wanna helpch a girls out? Letch partner up and make schome shells?". Valeriey grabs Lyra's loincloth and pulls in close enough for her to smell the booze on the inebriated girls breath.<br/><br/><br/>As Lyra turns her attention round, she can see Josie and Jasmine exiting the establishment, their arms wrapped around a tall handsome man, with short cropped hair, and a pair of glasses over the his pale blue eyes. He's a real hunk. He grins wildly over in the direction of Lyra, Valerie, and Maggie, and winks happily, his fingers sliding down Josie's loincloth to play with her behind.