05-29-2018, 06:13 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Well, sweetie, it's been real and it's been fun, but it's not been real fun," Shay said as she strolled forward. A hand found its way toward the npc's shoulder before she swirled the girl around and gently pushed her away. She knew the girl probably meant no harm, but Bast, in this state, would probably cause more harm than he intended. She did not approve of drunken escapades, and if she could help it, she would not allow Bast's to go any further.
Baby blue eyes squinted slightly as she watched the drunken leader. "Rosie and Marg've got a point, Bast. You're gonna fucking die if you keep going like this. Just calm down." She was about to reach for the bottle of vodka when Margaret beat her to it. A tiny frown surfaced on her lips as she watched her girlfriend. Marg tended to have an... addictive personality. Wine was fine, but now she was grappling for harder liquors. Her girlfriend couldn't drink anyone under the table, either, so the prospect of having to deal with an extremely drunk Margaret did not necessarily please her.
Shay had been sober for about a year now. During her time alone, she often turned to countless bottles in order to fill herself up with something other than loss. She had lived the better part of six months always drunk. She had made poor decisions. Though she could not remember much, the bad things were always at the forefront of her mind whenever she spotted hard liquor of any kind. "Maybe we should all put the bottle down, hm?" the blonde suggested, feeling her skin crawl the longer she was around the substance. A part of her whispered to reach out and take a sip herself, but she refused to fall back under its control. She didn't need it. She didn't need it. She didn't need it.
She, like Luna, had crossed her arms. Rocking forward and back on the heels of her red shoes, she tried not to let her mind focus on what could sprout from this situation. She tried focusing on Rosie's pretty brown hair, Luna's necklace, the ring Shay wore around her pinky finger.
Baby blue eyes squinted slightly as she watched the drunken leader. "Rosie and Marg've got a point, Bast. You're gonna fucking die if you keep going like this. Just calm down." She was about to reach for the bottle of vodka when Margaret beat her to it. A tiny frown surfaced on her lips as she watched her girlfriend. Marg tended to have an... addictive personality. Wine was fine, but now she was grappling for harder liquors. Her girlfriend couldn't drink anyone under the table, either, so the prospect of having to deal with an extremely drunk Margaret did not necessarily please her.
Shay had been sober for about a year now. During her time alone, she often turned to countless bottles in order to fill herself up with something other than loss. She had lived the better part of six months always drunk. She had made poor decisions. Though she could not remember much, the bad things were always at the forefront of her mind whenever she spotted hard liquor of any kind. "Maybe we should all put the bottle down, hm?" the blonde suggested, feeling her skin crawl the longer she was around the substance. A part of her whispered to reach out and take a sip herself, but she refused to fall back under its control. She didn't need it. She didn't need it. She didn't need it.
She, like Luna, had crossed her arms. Rocking forward and back on the heels of her red shoes, she tried not to let her mind focus on what could sprout from this situation. She tried focusing on Rosie's pretty brown hair, Luna's necklace, the ring Shay wore around her pinky finger.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE