- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- 10AM - 10PM Daily
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Romance, Supernatural, Fantasy, Thriller, Space Exploration, Slice of Life
Careen wasn't cowed by some bloody nosed drunk. ...Though a teeny tiny part of her MIGHT have felt bad for catching his nose. She didn't want any of her minions to look like they got the shit beat out of them everyday.
Glaring up at him and even rising up on her toes so she could attempt to meet him eye to eye, Careen jabbed his chest with a finger.
"You heard me. No more drinking. Your stupidass can barely stand or climb a horse. What happens if invaders come marchin' in to my country and take over? What if some asshole tries to assassinate your queen! Any jerk with a stick could bean you over the head and burn down my goddamned castle before you picked yourself off the floor!"
"No booze! Period!" Except for parties. But this was a case where being strict was a necessity.
Glaring up at him and even rising up on her toes so she could attempt to meet him eye to eye, Careen jabbed his chest with a finger.
"You heard me. No more drinking. Your stupidass can barely stand or climb a horse. What happens if invaders come marchin' in to my country and take over? What if some asshole tries to assassinate your queen! Any jerk with a stick could bean you over the head and burn down my goddamned castle before you picked yourself off the floor!"
"No booze! Period!" Except for parties. But this was a case where being strict was a necessity.