Redhawk Caldera Stay away from the streets [m]

She'd walked right into this and she knew it. Honestly, Towhee would've been disappointed in Niamh if she hadn't ran with it. The Sovereign stood there, expressionless, debating on how to play it. Should she act affronted, grossed out by the thought of her brother's shenanigans? Or should she inform Niamh that she'd seen his junk on many occasions, since he was usually running around naked. True, it was usually safely confined in its dick sleeve, but...

Towhee pretended to throw things at Niamh right before busting into song. -"I don't want no short stick man."- Needless to say, she couldn't carry a tune to save her life but she made up for it by busting a couple sweet moves. -"Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't want no short stick man. What in the world is that fuckin' thing? Do you need some fuckin' tweezers to put that little thing away? That has got to me the smallest stick I have ever seen in my whole life. Get the fuck outta here."-