Delilah thought it would be a good idea to have a few drinks at Malphas' party, maybe take some jello shots. She had never drank before, after all. She thought that if she had a few drinks, it wouldn't like make her.. Get alcohol poisoning or something.

She never thought about how she could possibly get drunk, or well.. Plastered, is the better word. She was truly, utterly, fucked up on alcohol at this point. She was a giggly mess, hanging across a few tree roots that stuck out of the ground with a bottle of vodka in her paws. It was already half-way empty, she had drank too much already.

The world felt light, fluffy, as the pink, three-legged feline rolled onto her back, sakura petals cushioning her from the effects of being drunk. Strangely, her petals worked in a way to support her at times like these, so she discovered. Magenta eyes stared up at the darkened sky, scanning over the stars and galaxies that she had once hated so eagerly. She hated the stars back then, because she couldn't reach them. She couldn't escape.

A soft hiccup left the drunken felidae as she took another sip from the bottle of vodka, setting it on the ground beside her.

//i'm not sorry.

Delilah didn't mind parties, but she didn't like being socialized with a lot at them. It made her anxiety sky rocket, and she just preferred to dance or talk with one or two friends. Surprisingly, though, she had convinced herself to drink this time. The first time she drank was tonight, and it was completely obvious by the way magenta eyes seemed to stare at the black lynx for a few silent moments, trying to process what he said.

Then, she realized he had almost called her Miss Evergarden. "Renny..~" Delilah purred out, her voice deepened with a flirtacious edge as she moved onto her side, pushing her bottle of vodka aside as she sat up, forgetting the only had one back leg and ungracefully stumbling off of the root with a soft huff. "Renny, renny.. You almost called me by Evergarden. How meaan! I wanted you to call me Delilah from now on!" She complained softly, her paw reaching out to gently rest upon the larger feline's cheek, or attempting to.

A soft hiccup left her jaws as she leant forward, wobbly single back leg holding her up as she tried to wrap her arms around his neck to hug him. "How lucky am I to be visited by the handsome Renny tonight? It must be faaate.~" She cooed, ears twitching at his statement about her being drunk.

"Nuh, I'm not drunk.. I'm plastered. Plastered, Renny!"

She smelled alcohol, and that was the first thing that pulled her over. The second was the flirtatious voice of Delilah, confessing the earlier suspicion. It felt almost wrong for Delilah to be drunk, especially when there were so many others that would make more sense getting wasted. Hell, even Morgan, the upstanding dad, could get drunk and it would make more sense than her. But here she was, drunk and flirty and generally just catching Arrow of guard. Now, was she amused? Yes, of course, but it was also concerning.

[color=grey]"Alright flower girl, no drunk sex in public." While her tone severely lacked the jovial energy it had prior to her disappearance, there was still an edge of amusement in there. Granted, having to drag around a useless extremity did more than enough to damper her mood, and at times it still caused her pain, and sleeping at night since her return was hard. But maybe this little spectacle would be enough to temporarily give her relief. But unlike the soft pink girl, she still had her leg. Which the medic gone and lost during her absence. Guess she couldn't complain.

She blinked at the drunk feline, shaking her head with an almost blank stare. [color=grey]"Guess you're the next drunkard in Tanglewood. How much did you drink?"

"Arrow and Viggy! You should'a seen the party Malphas held.. It was like woosh, boom! Magic!" Delilah cooed over Renegades shoulder, her cheek gently nuzzling against the male's own for a moment. She didn't care much for their disliking over her PDA with Ren, she was sure the male would take her off of him anyways. It wasn't like he liked her, anyways. Who would?

"What, jealous? You can come join, Arrow.~" Delilah mrowed with a wink, her tail lashing side to side, sweeping up cherry blossoms in the process. "I can handle myself- hic!" She scolded Vigenere, ears twitching at his facial expressions.

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