Tonight a whole host of people would be arriving at his inn. Alfred had gotten the letters announcing their arrivals weeks ago, all pretty curly lette...rs, written in some expensive ink on pretty snow-white parchment. The moment he held them in his hands he knew they aught to be royal letters and sure enough, when he opened them, they were. Not only was the Eastern Queen Petunia coming to bless his humble home. Her brother and arch rival mind you, King Edmund of the West was coming as well.. He wondered if she was as slutty as he had heard. He was excited and wanted to take Casey into the coat closet and fuck her wildly.“Mr. Brown it’s awfully hot in here. Is their something wrong with your thermostat? I’m feeling really hot!”“Are you hot dear? I feel fine. You do look a little flushed. Perhaps you might need some water. Would you like a glass?”“Yes. I would enjoy some water.”Mr. Brown had a bit of a problem. His cock was erect, and he needed to get Casey some water. . "The joke was just gross enough to punch through Mark's alcoholic haze. He started giggling, then finally rolled into full-blown laughter."What's so damn funny?" Ryan Clark said, joining them."The tomato beer punch," Mike laughed."I hadn't farted so much since I got sucked into being a judge at the chili contest," Clark agreed. He was pretty loaded, too.Mike was still getting along, though he could see that he was fading. Still, Clark might be able to add something to what he'd overheard. Rayna gave him a knowing smile, "I can think of no finer man in all my days. You are brave, daring, intelligent, dashing..." And stupid, impetuous, reckless, a heretic, a murderer, and probably on a short list to be soon drawn and quartered," Stefan finished her sentence. "That was no run-of-the-mill priest I skewered back there, he was a master."She dismissed his complaint with a wave of her hand, "In for copper, in for a crown — just like you told me."Stefan sputtered all over again, but.