03-20-2021, 09:25 AM
She held back an insult, something she usually had to do when someone said they didn't like Alcohol, which usually meant they didn't like Trevor. "That's okay, no one really likes Trevor anyway. Well, I don't count - I'm his sister." though she grinned, there was a meanness to it.
"We don't celebrate with alcohol, anyway. Usually it's baked goods and old tales our parents used to tell us." she turned to look back toward where Trevor had gone, concern lining her features.
"We don't celebrate with alcohol, anyway. Usually it's baked goods and old tales our parents used to tell us." she turned to look back toward where Trevor had gone, concern lining her features.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗