[hr][center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nn5VWsV.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/XRra6ku.png[/img] [b][code]Blake's Orgy Porgy Boat.[/code][/b][/center][hr] [i]Oh God, Quinn[/i] must [i]be fucking her really good.[/i] The thoughts went through Madison's head as her eyes shot wide open with shock as the girl prattled on about Quinn. This chick, Grace, [i]must[/i] be Quinn's girlfriend or something because Madison (and kinda the rest of the Coven) have a [i]drastically[/i] different idea of her. Mainly as the nutty chick who was [i]really[/i] full of herself (and shit) despite not doing much of anything. Worst of all, Madison didn't even[i] ask[/i] for any of that explanation. Madison fake-coughed as she tried to make it look like she wasn't just floored by the fact that there's now [i]two[/i] Quinns in the Coven. Maybe they can [i]convert[/i] her to the side of not being a fuckin' weirdo. Maybe Madison can yeet her off the side of the boat while there is still time. "Yeah, the first impression was bad," Madison started as she began walking. "So was the second, third, fourth, fifth... and so on. It's okay if you have a different idea of her, but I can't begin to wrap my head around that girl. But, we need to worry about the task at hand." Madison tried not to offend the chick, but, honestly, it wasn't that important. They needed to find Blake Schmidt soon as possible and Blake was probably at the front of the boat. Honestly, Madison knew it had a fancy name but she didn't care to remember it. She heard music and knew that was probably where that rich fuck was. Part of her was tempted to have the Jaws come and bite his dick off but that was not going to go unnoticed by their federal overlords. Madison sighed. But, around the corner, Madison heard a particular sound and poked her head around... [quote=Tory][color=#CBABCB]"--you skinny little bitch you--"[/color][/quote] It looked like the dancers were having a bit of a squabble.... though, raising an eyebrow, Madison saw a chick that was cosplaying Hades from Hercules! Except it looked weird and kinda sexual (and a little gay). The fuck? "... Blake must be freaky-[i]freaky[/i]." Madison muttered. However, they were about to fight until one of them fucking waved a fan open and a flash of yellow-orange light was visible to Madison. Okay, she had nary a clue who the fuck this chick was. Maybe... maybe she was wrong about the whole plan and Blake already had a crew. And if so, this entire plan is [i]fuuuuuucked[/i]. And Madison didn't want to admit that fucking Herik and Vashti were right, as petty and childish as it was. Still, they [i]could[/i] trim the fat. Okay, she didn't know about Grace but Madison was certain that she could handle herself. One of the dudes ran up the stairs and Madison that they had a better chance of taking on two Extra-Normals rather than three. She neglected to tell Grace about her plan, though. When he was gone Madison came from behind the wall with her hands on her hips and a warm smile on her face. "Hey, girlssssssss!" Madison said as she eyed the fan the one was carrying around in particular. If she [i]had[/i] to guess this person was an Adept or an Agent like herself. If not then looks like she fucked up. "What's goin' on... any of you see Mr. Schmidt 'round here?" She seethed as she wound stung like hell. [center][hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nN2rNm1.png[/img] [hr][hider=Breton - Got Well Soon (The song that's playing)][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IIERc-XOqw[/youtube][/hider][hr][/center] At the back of the boat, there was a massive party going on. Women and men of all types were dancing and Blake couldn't help but smile as he walked through it all. His glass of wine still in hand as he felt a little tipsy. He bumped into somebody and a bit spilled on the floor... and they had a moment where they locked eye contact before Blake began laughing as he did a little twirl as he danced with the music. He was on the first floor of the boat and he marched to the back where people were jumping in and out of the water swimming. As they were jumping Blake ran to the railing and almost felt like jumping in himself. He started laughing as he moved over to the chairs. He was going to celebrate the destruction of his enemies in style! He meant it when he said, "Let the good times roll"! Blake found himself a wicker chair as he sat down and downed his wine... and it wasn't long until a waiter came and gave him another one. There was a show going on tonight and he was excited to see it! Maybe he'd get a private show of his own with some of the girls! Tonight was the night where Blake planned to have sex with a dozen women at the same time! He could feel it in his loins.