Cheyenne remained silent, reflecting upon the memory of her late great-aunt. She had been a contemptuous old woman, preaching to Cheyenne and her cousins of the sins implied with consuming alcohol. They, too, had snuck a taste, as their great-uncle had owned a stash of Texas whiskey. "I would never do it again!" Gemma added quickly. "I'm sure that god didn't miss a few measly drops," Cheyenne assured her, regarding the memory of her first drink fondly. Gemma was appalled. "It was only a joke," Cheyenne said. "Well I don't much appreciate the mention of god in that sort of manner." Mature Content Warning: this story contains sensitive subjects; including sex, violence, and gore. Please consider ratings when reading.