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was old; he was less of a silver fox and
more of a flasher mac type.
    “Is your new
girl a virgin? I like to break them in. How old is she?” Odin liked
them young.
    “Lord Odin,
good evening.” Liberty said, holding the rage in.
    “I’m not sure
off the top of my head.” Glory said diplomatically.
    “Is she legal?”
Odin asked.
    “Since when did
you care? Don’t mix business with pleasure your lordship; it’ll get
you into all sorts of trouble.” Glory was surprised that she got
away with saying that.
    “Too right you
are, too right.” Odin said with mirth as he placed his hand on
Liberty’s arse.
    “Mead your
lordship?” asked Liberty.
    “Why yes thank
you.” Odin said. Glory had finally signalled to the awful barmaid
who handed her a pint into which she slyly dropped a little blue
pill while Odin stared at Liberty’s tits.
    “Here you go.”
Glory said handing over the unholy pint.
    “Thank you
Glory. I trust I will be seeing more of the both you this evening,
together, naked?” asked Odin, again.
    “That is a most
tantalising offer, but as always we take our solemn duty very
seriously, very seriously indeed.” Glory said gravely.
    “Unfortunately
we’re busy at the moment, what with the Second Korean War coming
up. You can expect the documents soon.” Liberty was still being
touched up by the old pervert.
    “Erm quite,
quite.” Odin said.
    “Good evening,
Lord Odin.” Liberty glanced at Glory.
    “Good evening.”
Glory said as both of the girls curtseyed and excused themselves
with a pint in each hand.
    “Ew!” Liberty
was trying hard not to convulse and spill the mead down her
dress.
    “How did you
not see that one coming with your vision, it was as broad as day?”
asked Glory.
    “I did, I took
one for the team.” Liberty was still really creeped out.
    “I’ll chalk it
up on the pervert board in the kitchen. That earned you at least an
extra lie in next week.”
    “What did you
put in his drink?” Liberty was buoyed by her friend’s mini
revenge.
    “He’ll soon
find out.” Glory said. She looked proud of herself. They strolled
back to Honour and Bea and give them their pints. They toasted to
their good fortune and all took long sips of their drinks.
    “Drink up girls
The Queen’s Head awaits.” Honour said excitably.
    “Bottoms up.”
they all said in unison.
    “Oh gods, Sigyn
alert.” Glory said.
    “Does she
know?” Liberty asked Glory.
    “Of course
not.” Glory said.
    “Know what?”
asked Bea as the tepid Sigyn ambled over. She was a mousy creature,
who you wished would soon have some form of small breakdown during
which she’d discover her own indomitable spirit. Sigyn was sad to
look at and even sadder to think about.
    “Hello girls,
how are you this evening?” asked Sigyn.
    “Sigyn, great.
How are you?” said Honour.
    “Never ask her
that, she’s the type of twat who will actually tell you.” hissed
Glory at Honour.
    “I’m great, I
bought some new crochet patterns this morning. I’m branching out
into doilies. So exciting. Very intricate they are…” said Sigyn
breathily.
    “Fascinating,
have you met Bea our newest member?” Liberty said before Sigyn
could tell them any more about her doily ambitions.
    “Oh no, hello.
How lovely.” Sigyn shook Bea’s hand rather limply.
    “Hello, nice to
meet you.” Bea said.
    “Awfully sorry
Sigyn, but we’re just about to leave. We’re under deadline.” Glory
said.
    “Oh, of course.
Well I was about to say that…” said Sigyn about to start up again,
but it was too late the girls had all turned tail and left.
    “Bye, Sigyn,
bye.” Honour said over her shoulder.
    “What doesn’t
she know?” Bea asked Liberty quietly.
    “Glory is sort
of shagging her husband Loki.” Liberty said even quieter.
    “It’s only
oral. That doesn’t count.” Glory said as the merry quartet stormed
out of Valhalla and on towards to The Queen’s Head.

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