About me:
A few weeks ago a friend fly o' mine was drinking heavily and he passed out in the walking path of humans. He was unsuspectingly stepped on by a fat woman. His death was slow and painful, his wing crushed. I went on a bender of drinking and was ultimately caught drinking and flying.

I had to attend an afternoon's worth of meetings and I met the greatest girl. She's recovering too. She is a flutter, but to make her wings appear brighter she turned to alcohol and fell addicted. I don't like the fact that she still fluts, but she claims nothing bad happens in the VIP rooms. At most she insists the wormiest characters want their antennaes stroked. But then again, who doesn't! Her name is Black Beauty, check her out.