Maggie showed up that evening still slightly drunk from time spent at the tavern in the afternoon. She thought she could hide it, but apparently the big anthroform (Skaine was his name, as she learned from what she heard of the dinner conversation) could smell it on her breath, and subsequently the rest of her serving tasks that night were accompanied by whispered jibes to not spill anything or drop the plates. She couldn't say it was entirely unpleasant.

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More Maggie and Skaine. And look! A background! (Not a particularly good one, but a background all the same).

(Maggie/Skaine porn coming soon but I have to go in chronological order, you know)