<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2whmP4N.png?1)(https://i.imgur.com/SlDjov6.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alexa and Bessie Sears<br/><strong>Location:</strong>camp / camp<br/><strong>Action:</strong>celebrating!/celebrating!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maximus, Chardonnay, Haruka, Devlin, everyone at camp, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"hmmm, alright, so Chardonnay, Maximus, and Haruka...our first friends on this treacherous voyage, I shall burn your names into the deepest wells of my memory! Never to be forgotten..." Alexa exclaimed, putting way more gravitas on their introductions than was really necessary, prompting a churlish chuckle from Bessie, "don't mind her, she's actually really bad at remembering names, so she acts over the top to make sure she doesn't immediately forget them" she cooed, deflating the muscled girl's sails. It was actually a pretty big problem, given her old career warranted so much traveling and fan interaction, she sometimes got accused of being shallow or not caring about her fans because she had such a hard time remembering their names. It was also why she had a habit of making up nicknames for people, and why they were so basic and easy to remember like "Pinky" or "Swanny" or "Salad Gal" (though Haruka didn't realize that was her nickname yet), "I can't believe it, my own wife exposing all my weaknesses...such a betrayal..." she murmured, earning a playful bop on the nose and a kiss on the cheek from her wife.<br/><br/>As they made it back to the camp Bessie gave a firm nod to Haruka as she offered to help with cooking, "oh trust me sugar, after that tortuously bland cruise food, we need flavor more than anything else" she cooed, chuckling a bit seeing the girl jump when Alexa lit herself up, "eh don't push yourself too much Pinky, you worked hard this morning, not to mention ya nearly drowned just a few minutes ago, no one's gonna hold a grudge if you take it easy for a bit" Alexa mused as he used her to dry off, "come on, take a load off" she said, casually shaking off her fire cloak and guiding him over by the bonfire to sit, prompting him along with a nice meaty smack on his behind, perhaps as a little "payback" for his earlier altercation with her wife's bum, though it was all in good spirit. Bessie too found a seat to relax for a moment. Normally she'd be happy to jump in with the others and help cook up the food, but she was pretty tired from all the commotion earlier, plus Alexa said this was supposed to be her hero's feast right?<br/><br/>Speaking of feasts, none would be complete without something to toast right? Or better yet, something to get nice and drunk on! "Well hello there my new best friend! Consider this celebration struck!" Alexa exclaimed, hoping out of her seat and graciously snatching up one of the bottles, cradling it like a precious treasure. She noticed Swany heading off to grab glasses, but honestly who had time for that? Instead Alexa just popped the cork off with one of her claws and took a mighty swig straight from the bottle, "Ahhhh! Now that really hits the spot" she cooed, glancing over at Devlin and shooting him a thumbs up, "Not bad Fluffy, my future drunk self thanks you, and my future hung over self curses yer name!" she bellowed.<br/><br/>This prompted a shake of Bessie's head as she set her bowl aside and hopped up to Alexa, "hey babe, you probably shouldn't drink from the bottle like that, he brought it out for everyone y'know" she lightly scolded, Alexa chuckling nervously and scratching the back of her head before a mischievous idea came to mind, "you make a good point my dear, and thanks for bringing me a glass" she cooed, and before Bessie could question what she meant Alexa would squeeze her quaking mounds together and pour out a shot of booze into the cowgirl's cleavage, showing absolutely no shame as she dove right in an noisily slurped it up, "ah, you're right babe, way better this way" she cooed, flashing her blushing wife a cheeky grin, "oh you little scamp, com'ere!" Bessie muttered, deciding to fight fire with fire as she snatched the bottle from Alexa's hand and pushed the fire kitty down into her chair. Kneeling down in front of Alexa, Bessie took the bottle and poured a double shot of sweet liqour into her cleavage. However instead of pressing Alexa's breasts together to make a cup, Bessie let the booze wash down through her breasts and trickle down over her glistening, rock hard abs, pressing her tongue against her belly and letting it drip down onto it. With a soft moan Bessie made a sultry show of lapping up the little rivers of alcohol cutting across her wife's body, licking up her abs before rising up to suckle at Alexa's own impressive cleavage, "So, whatya think of that tiger?" Bessie cooed, playfully licking her lips, giving her wife an almost challenging look.<br/><br/>Alexa responded by immediately yanking the girl up onto her lap and furiously making out with her, all thoughts of food and drink (and all the people surrounding them) rather quickly forgotten.