Tenasi was certainly having a good time tonight – plenty of good drinks, a nice meal, some time to herself to relax, and… those girls she’d been keeping an eye on for the past few hours. They weren’t aware of her presence, of course, and she had no plans to introduce herself to them. No, she was content to just sit at the bar, minding her own business, and occasionally glancing over at them.

They seemed to be having a good time, too; celebrating something, judging by their apparent cheer and excitement, and whatever they were celebrating apparently called for a lot of booze. Tenasi had already been drinking for a while by the time they showed up, and it was their initial loudness that made her at least acknowledge their presence. The fact that none of them had got up from their table since arriving was what held her attention.

Especially that little one – a Suthay, and the textbook example of her furstock’s natural diminutive stature, lithe frame, and sleek fur – who had been visibly nervous for a while now. It was hard for Tenasi to judge exactly which of those partygoing Khajiit had been drinking the most, but it was pretty obvious who was feeling the consequences the hardest. She was still drinking, sure, but not with the same fervor as her friends.

Tenasi squirmed in her seat as she waited for something interesting to happen, as it inevitably would one way or another. She had been pretty conservative with her drinks herself, but only because she was trying not to get completely wasted – the pressure she was feeling was what she had really come for.

When she next looked over at those girls, she saw the Suthay tense up as one of her friends – looked to be a Cathay – gave her a playful shove. Some words were exchanged, and other Khajiit at the table spoke up as well. From what Tenasi could hear, they were teasing the Suthay, poking fun at her by suggesting reasons for why she had slowed down her drinking.

She finally called out for her friends to stop and be quiet, then looked around for a moment before taking her drink in both hands and immediately downing whatever was left of it, slamming the mug onto the table afterwards. She muttered something Tenasi couldn’t hear, and her Cathay friend wrapped an arm around her for a moment. Then the chatter started up again, and Tenasi sat with her back against the bar so she could keep an eye on that Suthay girl while still looking casual.

As Tenasi slowly worked on her own drink, the Suthay was visibly squirming, with neither hand visible anywhere above the table. Soon enough, she jumped up out of her seat, pressing the front of her skirt between her legs, and then quickly said something before running off in the direction of the bathrooms.

Her friends had a good laugh as they watched her leave, then immediately went back to talking amongst themselves while they waited for her to return. Tenasi, of course, had an eye out for whichever one of them would be running off next. Maybe the Cathay? Or maybe that Pahmar-raht couldn’t hold anywhere near as much as her massive frame would suggest? Tenasi was hoping it would be that one – big girls like that with disproportionately-tiny bladders were always fun to watch.

Only time would tell, and Tenasi turned back around to focus on her own drink and snacks for a little while, and to glance over in the direction of the toilets; the Suthay was just now coming back, holding her hands in front of her to cover what even from a distance was obviously a darker patch. Angling her ears to listen in, Tenasi was able to learn that the group had been playing a bit of a game, and that Suthay was now going to be paying for everyone’s drinks for the night – apparently the norm for her.

Then Tenasi properly returned her attention to her own business. Now that one of them had given in, the others in the group were free to use the bathroom whenever they wanted, and since they’d have to pass by the edge of her vision to get there, she could keep track of them that way. And, sure enough, over the next half hour, each of the other five members of that group went to relieve themselves, all of them visibly squirming one way or another, but only two of them seeming to be in as much of a hurry as the Suthay had been. Unfortunately, the Pahmar-raht was the last to go, but at least she was also one of the two who looked to be pressed for time.

Another half hour passed before the group’s chatter seemed to be wrapping up. They had clearly gotten good and drunk, and each of them took the chance to use the bathroom again before they went home – two or three at a time now, always looking a little off-balance.

While she kept an eye on the girls preparing to leave, Tenasi started to think that it might be a good idea for her to get going herself. She was feeling a little tipsy, and the pressure she’d been nurturing in her bladder had grown to full maturity. Once she saw all six of them head over to relieve themselves, she decided, she would do so herself and head home. It would be a lamentable waste of such a nicely-irritating supply of urine, but she could always properly enjoy herself some other time – some time when she didn’t have places to be in the morning.

Indeed, once she saw the last of the group head to and then return from the bathroom, and heard them all head out the door, Tenasi downed what was left of her drink and dropped a generous handful of coins onto the countertop. Then she stood up and stretched.

That was what made her properly realize just how full she had gotten herself. She cut her stretching short to bend slightly forwards and cross her legs; she had known she needed to relieve herself, but until gravity could do its work and her stretching could complicate it, it had never seemed like more than just a dull aching pressure. Now her bladder felt heavy and angry; but Tenasi laid a hand on her belly for a moment and pretended that had convinced the balloon within to settle down, because she was going to deal with it very soon.

So once she straightened up again, she calmly made her way over to the restrooms…

Only to find that the group that had just left had apparently been too drunk to bother with keeping the place any kind of clean. The toilet – which was really just a long wooden box with holes cut into the top and dividers fitted in for privacy – had three seats, all of which were covered in urine that had somehow not actually made its way into the latrine; there were puddles on the ground between there and the door as well, and Tenasi simply turned around and headed right on out before she had the chance to see anything worse than that.

New plan, then: Tenasi would just go home, pee, and then go to bed. Sure, she really needed to relieve herself right now, and the sight and smell of those puddles hadn’t made matters any better, but… Well, she couldn’t just subject herself to those conditions. She was drunk, sure, but not that drunk.

So she gave herself a quick squeeze between the legs, and then headed towards the exit, careful not to part her legs too much. On her way out she gave a polite wave to the bartender, then immediately after leaving stopped to cross her legs again for only a moment before setting out. It was getting late, and she had a fair bit of ground to cover to get back to her own home, so she had to hurry if she wanted to get back before either her bladder burst or the chill of Anequine savannah nights properly set in. Or both.

Tenasi couldn’t move very quickly without disturbing her bladder too much, though, so instead of rushing on ahead as her many drinks wanted her to do, she shuffled along the streets of Riverhold as everyone around her started winding down for the evening.

Her hands were in her pockets as she moved, trying to discreetly apply a little bit of extra pressure from the outside, but her flicking tail demonstrated her annoyance well enough for onlookers to tell that she was not in peak condition at the moment. But that really didn’t matter as long as she could get home without wetting herself…

… Which only seemed to get harder with every step. Every motion jostled her bladder and shook up its highly-pressurized contents, and the cold starting to set in was easily penetrating her clothes and fur to disrupt things even further. But at least her underwear had just warmed up a little bit.

Wait, wasn’t that supposed to be a bad thing?

That was supposed to be a bad thing, and it wasn’t until another three brief spurts left Tenasi’s bladder that she realized something was wrong. Very wrong. She stopped and rubbed her thighs together, pulling her hands from her pockets and using one to properly grab at herself while she looked around. She still wasn’t near home, but maybe…

Her gaze quickly settled on some thick bushes growing in a nearby alleyway. Not the best solution, but certainly better than sitting on a pissed-on toilet seat or wetting her pants just as the nighttime chill was starting to set in. With another glance around to make sure she wasn’t going to be followed, Tenasi nonchalantly slinked over to the alley and wandered over to the foliage.

Another spurt reheated her underwear as she glanced at the bushes and took a moment to consider if she really was going to do what it seemed like she was going to do; that leak and the effects of the alcohol convinced her that it was a perfectly good idea, so she untied the laces holding her pants together as she hid herself within the plants.

Then it was a simple matter of dropping into a squat with her pants and underwear pulled down; it didn’t take much at all for her to start urinating, and she let out a deep sigh as her river hit the ground, flowing powerfully and certainly overhydrating the unfortunate bushes that were serving as her toilet.

It took a little while for her to actually register just how full she had been – she knew she had needed to go quite badly, but not until she saw her heavy stream did it fully occur to her how much she had been holding, and exactly how much drink she had gone through.

For a full minute Tenasi watched the results of her various choices with satisfied admiration, until she ran dry and had to work her way out from within the leaves and branches again. She stepped out of cover still holding her pants and panties at her knees, only pulling them up again once she was entirely out in the open and could stand up straight. She did nothing about the moisture clinging to her personal fur, only returning her damp underwear to their original position and covering them with her pants before stepping out of the alleyway while she worked to re-tie those laces.

Then, with a head still clouded by alcohol but a bladder comfortably devoid of its other effects, Tenasi resumed her walk home as if nothing had happened.