Two Eyes Cenote girls night out

im sorry about redbird but she's so much fun to write right now.

there was a lot of hubbub over nothin' of great import, thought redbird (although likely in a more crass manner; she was several cups deep at this point). some lady marrying a prince? sure, okay. except it wasn't a lady by any account of her's; it was some kid, a little girl! she didn't get a good look at the man until the party was in full swing and the regalia (plus the fermented whatevers) held more interest to her. he was probably ten times her age or somethin'. given how extravagant a party this was, redbird wasn't about to question their culture — they knew how to have fun, so maybe it was some sort of payment? a child bride for some good grub? there are worse trades she could imagine.

there was plenty for redbird to fixate on outside of the main event, which she was now fully invested in. party-goers from all over the wilds had gathered here; that meant gossip and diplomacy and more than a few verbal pockets to be picked, so to speak; and she flit around trying to gather as much as she could, all while eatin' the food and drinkin' to her hearts content. whether she'd remember anything come morn was none of her concern. it should've been! if she had half the brains she thought herself to have, redbird would keep away from the berries and honey and agave, and whatever else could destroy her faculties, to better retain her wits.

ah, who needs wits.

she was happy enough to stuff her face, staggering around without a care in the world. this was the most free she had felt since the gang — !

this of course brought to mind colt, and she pulled aside one of the servants to demand, oi bitch, where's m'bone? you seen -- hic -- bone? 'bout this long'n, hnn, barbed? no; ribbed? no... toothy! aye? can't lose'it, or i'll -- hah! have yer guts fer -- garlands? whatsit...

cue a burp, which could've been the last of her focus leaving her body as she turned and staggered back towards the drinks. except then the scent of meat caught in her nose, so she veered another direction (very much in a jack sparrow tilt) — and saw the fattest, richest haunch o' grub she'd ever laid eyes on!

and another of the servants too, who looked as enraptured.
she muscled in besides them (being surprisingly strong in her tipsy state, being a tall woman to boot) and reached greedily for it; callin' dibs! 'git outta my way!