STLTH 100

Inspired by Code Name's concept of The Blood Moon curse, the hilarious 'sneak 100' memes and my sneak build character in Fallout. And because I don't think I write enough Miggs. Since I doubt she'll actually get a chance to redeem herself in Season 4, here y'all go. Expect sporadic updates, if this tiny project actually gets some nods. Reviews welcome!

"What is that you're drinking?"

Higgs straightened up and raised her mug respectfully to the knight that stood in the doorway. "It's grape juice, sir." The other squires did the same thing, presenting their mugs to the knight making his rounds. Satisfied that they were not drinking alcohol, he nodded amicably and left the group alone. Patiently listening for his steps down the hallway, she waited until he was far enough before cheering. "That's what we call the wine around 'ere!" The other squires did the same, and they all took long draughts of the liquid. It was a blood red business, and being the good stuff, burned her throat when she swallowed. She savored how it warmed her insides, and nearly hugged herself in pleasure. "I can't wait until I'm eighteen so I don't have to hide to drink."

"Only three more years for you," Old Guy said as if he was guessing. "Ain't too much longer for you."

"Sounds short to you," she bit back. "You're as old as some of the rocks they used to build the castle!" Eliciting a cheer from her low-grade taunt, it fuelled her to continue. "You were a squire from probably three Queens ago. Don't you know when to move on and leave being a squire alone to us younger ones? What, you like 'em young or something?"

"I'm not a pedophile. I'm just looking at a lightweight who can't even hold a cup of wine-" Interrupting him by wagging a finger, she drained her mug to the dregs before refilling it from the cask next to her on the sturdy table. Filling it right to the brim, she was careful not to spill a drop as she downed the mug again.

"Showed you who's the lightweight!" she jeered, before hissed that she was going to 'piss fire later that night'. "Drink up, guys! I didn't buy the whole cask just for me!" Baby Man and the other new squire in the room hailed to that, before the latter asked her what the occasion was.

"Oh, you're the new guy. What was your name again?"

"Young Guy." Higgs stared at him strangely before looking at Old Guy with a raised eyebrow.

"He's my grand-nephew."

Higgs nodded in understanding, but not willing to pursue the subject any longer. "Alright. You see, I got hired to do something, and I delivered. I got paid, and now, I'm celebrating."

"Oh. Because it's been a week since Meteora died, so I though the celebration was kinda late…"

"Hell nah," Higgs rebuffed as she refilled her mug again. That time period was something she'd rather forget, and suddenly found another reason to be drinking, wanting to forget that God-awful time period. "The princess's boyfriend hired me to slip a mickey into Marco's drink at the royal party a few hours ago."

"What's a 'mickey'?"

Higgs stared at the squire, slack-jawed. "If you're not old enough to know what I mean, then hell, maybe normal grape juice might be too strong for you-… look, Young Guy, I meant that I drugged Princess Marco's drink, alright?" Hearing the boy's reaction over the mention of 'Princess Marco', Higgs couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, he's a real confused fellow. It was bad enough that he thought he was a squire, now, he thinks he's a princess!"

"I thought you liked him!"

Almost instantly, all of the mirth left Higgs' eyes as soon as she was reminded about her few interactions with boy adventurer. "He's just a pretty boy," she said seriously. "And whatever way that drink poisons him, it'll be too good for him."

"So you don't know what the drugs do?"

"Some potion, the devil said," Higgs mumbled. "He said that it was something that would cause Star to hate him. I don't know any more than that. It's probably better that way anyhow. I actually emptied the whole damn potion in the drink when I was instructed to give him a capful. Hope the overdose kills him. The bastard smiled at me and drank every drop."

"The whole bottle?" Young Guy said quietly. "And the princess's boyfriend is a Lucitor, right? I hear that they tend to use nasty curses."

"Well…" Higgs raised her mug for a toast. "Here's hoping that it kills him."

=X=X=

At a point in the night, close to dawn, Marco woke up with a full bladder. Making a beeline to his bathroom before turning on the light in there, he got there just in time before he wet himself, and absently wondered why. He usually abstained from fluids before bedtime-…

Oh, right. The party. He'd drank a lot then. He stuck to straight fruit juice of course. Throughout it all, he stuck to the sidelines, trying to stay out of sight of Star and Tom. It was getting awkward around them now, especially since the discovery by Tom that he'd kissed his girlfriend. He knew that the average male liked their girls the same way they liked their coffee-… they liked it without some other guy's saliva in the cup. Gross, but true.

But Star was a great kisser. From the growing fullness of her lips, and the lissomness of her body when he held her… he had enjoyed every moment of it… he'd be lying if he said he didn't. But suddenly, he found himself hating Star, and his veins began to grow black in his veins as a potion, unknown to him, had long since taken effect. Shrugging it off, he headed back to bed, allowing his bleary eyes to close. He squirmed for a while, wondering why his bed felt so uncomfortable, as if the sheets were lumped up in certain areas. Forcing himself to care, he got out of bed again, and being the neat-freak he was, decided to re-make his bed. Flagging out the sheet, many pieces of fabrics shook out with it, spreading all over the place.

For a moment, Marco thought that his sheet had ripped apart, but there were far too many of the things; his sheet would have to be shredded for that to happen, not to mention the fact that it still looked whole. Picking one up, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes before peering closely. He could hardly see what it was, or feel to determine it. However, his eyes soon adjusted to the low light, and his eyes widened when he recognized the frilly thing in his hand was actually a girl's panties.

"Holy-" he threw it away as if it was on fire, before looking around widely. All around him on the ground where they had shaken loose, panties covered the ground of all shapes, colors and sizes, some clean, some not. They were even all over his bed still, even on his pillows, so many that there were piles forming. Feeling an itch on his neck, he slapped at it, only for yet another piece of feminine underwear to come loose to where it had hitched to him in the night. He had no idea the blasted things got in his room, in his bed, in his pajamas! But there was one thing he knew.

He was so dead.