09-04-2018, 06:38 PM
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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.
TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGSShe 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.
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