Private Finished After the Party with Agnes

Pouring herself some whiskey into her cup Bel then took a rather large sip, the whiskey burning all the way down her throat making her gasp, "Strong..." she breathed the burn turning to a pleasant warmth.

"You should have come to the ball..." Bel said her voice sort of croaking from the whiskey burn. "It was actually quite fun, you might have enjoyed it, we even stole a bottle of champagne..." she said as she looked at Agnes.

Here Bel started laughing, "Then I thank you, a threesome make out party might have been a bit awkward," she stated as she took another sip feeling the whiskey starting to affect her nicely. She wasn't used to drinking that much, had already drunk champagne with Saxon, so it already added to the alcohol in her body.

"Even if we are both hot, he probably couldn't have handled both of us," she grinned.

"You have?" Bel stopped and looked at Agnes, shocked that she had actually been in a threesome make out. The idea of it, well, it intrigued Bel. She had not ever considered that a thing.

"What was it like?" she asked sort of fascinated by the idea. "Two guys, two girls, a guy and a girl?" she added curious now about the whole idea.

Bel just nodded at Agnes's words trying to picture it. She had an odd feeling that Agnes's teenage years were very different to hers, but refrained from saying anything. Taking another sip of her whiskey, feeling the burn as it slid down her throat, Bel noticed that she was starting to feel tense, more relaxed, less guarded with her thoughts and words.

"You made out with a guy and a girl... so, did anything else happen or did you just, you know, make out?" she asked Agnes sort of hesitantly.

Bel wasn't as surprised as she should probably be, and she wasn't sure if it were the alcohol or not, or something else. Maybe it was the fact Agnes was so open about things like sex and hooking up, Bel didn't quite know. All she knew is that her interest was certainly piqued.

Thinking about what Agnes had told her, Bel took another sip, a larger of her Irish whiskey, enjoying more and more the flavour, thinking that it reminded her of autumn for some reason. Maybe it was the amber colour, the oak hints, burnt undertones ... whatever it was, it made her think of Saxon, and how she had felt when she was with him, and she began to wonder again what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted... would she have slept with him? The answer, she realized, was quite possibly, yes...

"When was the first time you had sex?" Bel finally asked Agnes, sort of blurted out really, the alcohol making her more outspoken than she may have been at that moment.