Gilda banked away from the brilliant blue ocean and dove toward the seaside bar. Flaring her great, brown wings the griffin touched down in front of the open air bar; she then took a moment to make sure her swimsuit was still in place. With that accomplished she removed her wraparound sunglasses and begin sauntering up to the bar.
 
As she approached the bar she noticed Greta her female griffin partner leaning against the bar watching her approach. From the looks in her eyes Gilda knew what was going on in the griffin’s mind. Coming to a stop in front of Greta she crossed her arms and smirked.
 
“So. Do I look awesome or not?”
 
Greta took a sip of her drink and then replied. “You look mighty tasty.”
 
Gilda’s eyes narrowed and her smirk grew larger as she rocked her hips to one side. “So you like drumsticks?”
 
A patron reward for . He wanted an anthropomorphic Gilda for this month. Since its summertime this seemed appropriate.