TWO SHOTS OF VODKA // GHOST

[charlotte.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]What are the odds that just when she decides to return home after years as a loner, all her siblings come flowing back in kind? It's a bit too great of a coincidence to be just a coincidence, which makes the young female ponder the existence of a higher power. Is there someone up there drawing them all together? Or is it simply plain ole luck through and through? Whatever the cause, Charlotte is thoroughly pleased to be reunited with family. At one point in time, she thought that a life alone suited her best, but she knows now that very little can surpass the company of family.

Although Charlie missed Eden's initial arrival, the lovely strawberry leopard makes a point to seek him out. Her brother is not difficult to find: just follow the smell. Powerful limbs propel the huntress forward as she trails the alcoholic stench of her sibling. It does not take long; perhaps ten minutes or so to cross the territory and happen upon the pallid feline talking to a...a ghost? "Talking to yourself again, Edee?" she queries affectionately, blatantly choosing to ignore the ghost and pretend that she does not see the old lady. Charlie finds it amusing. She strolls over casually, lean muscles rippling beneath a soft ginger pelt. "Maybe lay off the drinks, huh?" It's a joke. Eden's been sneaking into their mom's wine stash for as long as she can remember. He wouldn't be himself if he was't drunk off his ass.