She was, perhaps, a bit more drunk than she would normally have been. Perhaps the alcohol was stronger than she had anticipated, or maybe she should have eaten more beforehand. Whatever the cause, she was now drunk enough to not care about social boundaries. When she overheard someone talking about how “stuffy” Sasha was, she had to interrupt.
“Excuuuuse you! Sasha is not a stuffed up ham! He’s not even big enough to be either of those, let alone both.” She laughed a little. “Oh he’s far too thin for his own good, I think. I’m the one who’d have to fight to defend either of us. And yet he doesn’t like me being a fighter. He likes dainty women. But he loves me. He’s silly, isn’t he? Somehow I please him, and yet he wants me to be different.” She took another drink before continuing. “But let me tell you something. He might be stuck up, yes, and too thin, and rather obnoxious at times, but he’s very smart. I’m certain he could out-think any philosopher, yes. And his music. Have you heard his music? No, you haven’t, because if you had, you wouldn’t want to listen to anything else ever again because his music is so beautiful. And you want to know what else he’s good at? Sex. Yes, that’s right. Bet you never knew that. And you’re not ever going to know it because he’s mine, so if you try to touch him, or hurt him, I’ll start sending out some photos of your last trip to the beach that I’m sure you’d like to keep hidden. Don’t think I won’t know. I have eyes everywhere.”
