*If she had the answer to that she'd probably be a million miles in the opposite direction of wherever the actual fuck she is. But she doesn't. So here she is. Making fabulous life choices.

With dragons.

Or guys that were occasionally dragons. That part was still something she was processing. Regardless, dragon guy was either going to be fun or kill her brutally. She was leaning towards the brutal death. If liquor were involved it might suck a little less. So that was currently the plan. Even Slayers had their limits.*

Survived so far. Might as well up the ante.