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"Thanks," Richard purrs as she slid down into the seat besides Dee, careful not to let the cut touch the sand. Crossing her legs and grimacing slightly at the different sensations the motion caused, she press a napkin against the wound while her little hands busied themselves with pouring the drink. The scent of the alochol set her nostrils burning a bit and she wrinkled her nose at it. She blinks as her eyes water.

"Damn nose." She mutters.

"God I hope not." This was Richard's first drink since the change and if the smell was any indication it appeared that Scotch was a taste that she might have to reacquire. She brought the glass to her lips and tried to take a sip. As soon as it touched her tongue she gagged and made a wretching noise. It tasted so foul!

Determined to not let her changes ruin her "enjoyment" of alcohol, as soon as she recovered she knocked the the glass back. The contients burned as it poured down her throat. Her eyes watered, and she succembbed to a cough/sneezing fit. "Sssnnnnt! Sssnnnnt!" Her tongue licked out of her mouth rapidly, trying to clear out the taste.

"Yeah its a bit - Sssnnnnt! different." She managed to say. Trying to get the sneezing under control. She leaned heavily on the bar.

Richard shook her head while rubbing her eyes with her palms. "I'll- Sssnnnt! Snnniffff. Be fine just have to relearn the taste. Pour be another will you?" She could feel that warm sensation creeping through her torso, that was what she recognized. Richard might be on the brink of wearing a bra but hell if she'd stop drinking scotch, it was was her favorite drink. No matter how foul it was. It was part of who Richard viewed himself and she was running out of parts of that old identity.

Richard attempts to down the second glass but only manages to swallow about half of it before another coughing fit siezes her, causing a fine spray of the scotch to deposit itself on the bar and Dee. "Sssnnnt! Damn! Sssnnnt! It! Ssssnnt! And this is th--- ahh Sssnnnt! smooth stuff." She shook her head to clear it. This was going to take awhile.

"As for the tongue. Yeah it'-- Ooooo" The warmth seemed to go directly to her head. She brings her right hand paw up to her mouth and begins to groom the sparse fur on the back of it. "Rough." She mumbled.

Finishing her grooming, Richard pushes herself back up into a sitting position. She turns to Dee, her eyes already starting to glaze slightly. The eyes wander up and down her form. She smirks a little. "Still human eh? They haven't got you yet."

"I know a girl, she got stuck stayed the same for almost a year she said. Emerwyn, nice girl. Sometimes things don't work quite right. Three people died so far. Complications." If she had been sober she might have filtered her comments. She stared at her empty glass, picking it up and then rubbing it against the scent glands on the side of her muzzle.

She sighed when Dee asked her how she was doing again. She put down the glass and looked at her chest. "I'm still here. I need new clothes but the labs say I need to give "my measurements" She cupped her breasts with her hand paws then turned the outward to Dee. "And this big ain't an answer." Richard really had no idea what they had meant by measurements, and the lab quarter master refused to explain. She look at Dee, the question clear in her eyes but couldn't quite bring herself to ask it yet.

Beneath the shirt Richard's breast were secured by an ace banadage wrapped the around her torso about six times. It was bearable but it wasn't comfortable day after day. Her back had begun to ache some. "I need a god damn tailor." She looks over her suit with some disgust. It was not holding up to spending time in the jungle well. "I've not no idea about these damn things!" Anger at her condition flared and she let loose a sawing growl, "gggrrrrrRRRRRRAaaarrrr!" Her claws appeared, posed to rip the offending flesh from her chest. "I HATE this!"

For a long moment, Richard strains against herself, the claws inch closer to her chest, her handpaws trembling. She should just rip them off she reasoned. Nobody would be able to tell then right? If her chest was flat then everything else could be covered up. It would take just moment, the claws were sharp, they hovered milimeters from her chest now. She will them to dig into the flesh but her hands refused to move any closure. She remembered the pain from Billy's spine piercing her breast. She hissed through her teeth for moment.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to just mutilate herself like that. With a yowl of frustration she threw the hands over her head slammed them down on the counter hard enough to make the glass jump an inch off the bar. Her claws bite deeply into the smooth wood. She panted a few times and then all her anger just fell away as her forehead fell against the table.

"Pathetic." It wasn't clear what she was referring to.