<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting with Max as he spins a yarn ,drinking the devil's brew in the employee commons area. </strong><br/><br/>Beatrice sipped her beverage letting it warm her insides and her heart up a few notches ...listening intently to the story . Oh my the woman's eyes grew wide and she leaned closer in some spots ... and shivered and cuddled back into her chair . Keeping herself quite the whole time ...sipping her drink as the man took a deep breath across form her . Oh this was a good little tale with a few twists to it indeed . First she thought maybe the friend was a banshee returned from the dead to eat all those corruptible souls ..to keep him out of returning to the underworld . Oh she had heard of them ....but then as the story neared the end ...it seemed a pack had been made between two young men .<br/><br/>"So, Miss Beatrice. What do you think of that?"<br/><br/>Beatrice was beside herself to be quite honest ....that was one drawn out yarn that sent a bit of chills through your bones indeed . As she moved to speak and then shut her mouth , wrinkled her nose as she tried to think of something good to say .<strong> " Well it be darn nice ...that that poor starved man got him a last meal before going to meet his maker ....don't you think Max . "</strong>then she chuckled and leaned forward .<strong> " Your mighty fine in telling a yarn ...gave me goosebumps and chills it sure did ..."  </strong><br/><br/>Then since she was so close ...or maybe it was the liquid courage ....she just decided to give it a go . So the woman kissed Maximillian on the lips ...in a soft sweet peck really ...pulling away just a little . As she was rather a bit more over extended in her chair than she probably should be . Swallowing some as her own internal heartbeat rose to a puttering much faster than it had in years . Her face going a little flush ..as her whiskey laid breath was shared with this hard working man before her . Deciding to go forward again and give him the full force of her affections ....well that was the thought out intent .<br/><br/>However , the woman slipped off the chair ...coming down rather hard on one knee ...the chair being pushed back across the cobblestone flooring . The little remaining in her drink went airborne along with her glass ...and her face ended up right in the man's lap for all to see . Well wasn't anyone down there watching but still an embarrassing moment none the less .  As she gasped and moved to place her hands to get herself uplifted , the one hand seeming to capture his ...his ...manhood squeezing it , then realizing what it was let go .<strong>" Ohh my ...terribly ..soorrry ...I ...I .." </strong>as she landed back onto her derriere...then just began laughing . Holding her hand to her chest before her breast fell out the top ... unable to really look at Max . Oh this had not gone well at all ..served her right for drinking the devil's brew and making an unladylike move on the man .<br/><br/>Then again ...my god he was hung like a horse ...as she gasped for air ...her mind going into the gutter and the desire seemingly not going away . Beatrice  had heard that ...a few modifications had been done to the older man by Carla but ...my my ..my ...this was very interesting indeed . Though she was still on the floor at his feet and the room was a spinning a little ...oh hell , she was drunk .