The Blood Pact Chapter 4

I finished that single mug faster than I would have liked. However, with the room so warm and the ale so cold, I just couldn't help myself. With head thrown back, I drained the last gulp and slammed the mug down on the table with a movement that was perhaps a little too masculine for my outward appearance. The smiles of approval I got from the others said they didn't care. Wasn't it always a pleasure when you found a girl who could party just as hard as you could? Maybe it had endeared me to them more than I had intended but I could use that to my advantage as well.

"Excuse me, you fine gentlemen, but I really need to be taking a piss."

That was actually the honest truth. I'd been holding it all day just so I wouldn't have to handle anything down below as a woman. Hopefully I could find Master Oringel before it got too bad. As I stood, however, my eyes went wide and the world around me seemed to spin for a moment. I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling over completely.

What was wrong with me? I'd only had a single mug of beer. Usually I could down ten times that many before I felt this tipsy. I must have looked even worse than I felt because Geoff, the gentleman that he was, even reached out and grabbed me right under my breasts to help me keep my balance.

"I didn't think women ever pissed," Griffith laughed. "Don't you all just 'freshen up?'"

If he'd lived through the same day I just had, all those gentle, pretty, little women in the keep would have taken on a very different look entirely.

"You'd be surprised by the things that women do," I said, shaking a finger in his face.

Their eyes opened wide and they laughed knowingly. "Oh really?"

They certainly were awfully curious all of a sudden. And it probably wouldn't hurt to share a bit of the wisdom I'd gained today. "Well, for one thing, most of the women here are either just bitches or lesbians."

"And which are you?"