Bria L 2

Takehaya, Iroh groans. "Now --" He was fed up with all of this, his poor drunk mind unable to take it all in. "You're going to take responsibility." Revenge for her wiggling on his lap like she owned it.
Huff.
Itahami returned the cash wad to her invisible cleavage. She'll get the best bra. The blonde finally looked to Iroh. Uh oh.

"R-Responsibility?"
Takehaya, Iroh picks her up, walking off.
You release them.
Takehaya, Iroh says: Take it off.
Itahami asks: W-- Take what off?
Takehaya, Iroh says: Everything.
Itahami says: B-Big brother, hey, I was . . was jsut messing with you.
Itahami asks: W-What are we going to do on the bed?
Takehaya, Iroh says: Huh? Oh, we're just going to play a game or something.
Takehaya, Iroh says: Just do it.
Itahami gave a hesitant look, however began to peel out of sweaty-soaked fabrics. This was fine since they used to bathe together all the time. White dress and undergarments found themselves tossed onto a heap on the floor, blankets being yanked up to her neck.

"-T-There, this was what you wanted?"
Takehaya, Iroh sniffs. Were they not about to do this missionary? Oh well. It didn't matter to him. He's drunk, heated, and not thinking straight. Pushing her head against the mattress, Iroh got to work, spearing inside of her quickly, the devil watching over the two throughout the course of the night.

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Itahami happened to be speared, ravaged, and whatnot throughout the night. After everything was said and done, she rested with back turned toward him - finally, a moment of silence.
Takehaya, Iroh says: My head hurts.
Takehaya, Iroh says: I'm going to the hospital.