What? Someone was found with their skull bashed in outside the hotel? It wasn’t herrrrr! How could someone like wittle ol’ her do something that bad?~
12 beers deep, about as conscious as a rock. Stop her before she does something stupid.
She’s waiting on a bridge. For what reason is unknown. She wiped some blood off her face, before blowing the red smoke from her mouth. Staring dead ahead. It…might be best to not ask who the blood is from.
The worst part about being stuck in pride? No beaches. So you’ll never see her in a bikini. Oh well, not like you deserve the sight anyway.~
“…well, one bar has a guy I’m good friends with. Sorta a father figure to me. Then there’s this one down near imp city. Has shit from the other rings…I say we go to that one.”
“Hey, I paid bottom dollar for this!” Sticking her tongue out again, before tucking it back into her fluff.
She chuckled, lightly punching his arm. “Ay! Coulda asked first.”
“Only way I can handle her ‘sunshine and rainbows’ personality.” She took another swig, huffing.
She thought for a second, before putting a hand on her hip. “…you drive a hard bargain…fine. It’s not for an hour though so…” She pulled a flask from her chest fluff. Taking a small swig.