05-13-2018, 07:34 PM
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she wasn't really sure when she'd picked up the pamphlet, but the front page said ten signs you're an alcoholic and sign number one was drinking alone. however, bianca reasoned that it was probably fine, because she didn't do it all that often (just once a week wasn't often, right?), and she was drinking wine. wine, while alcohol, was just a really old fruit salad. and she was eating while she drank, if you could call a sleeve of ritz eating.
a bottle and a half of wine later, though, and it was definitely effecting her head. a little giddy, a little less tired than she'd been earlier, the blonde flipped her television to mtv, and as the music played in the background, she slipped her phone from her pocket. she'd heard some girls in a diner some time ago complain about drunk texting their exes, and bianca finds herself admittedly glad that, at nearly twenty-eight years old, she doesn't have any exes. well, if you count kendrick, then one - but do dead guys even count? regardless, texting some ex boyfriend from two years ago that she wanted him back wasn't really a worry. texting friends suggestive things? well, she hadn't thought that was something to be concerned about. apparently, it was.
seeking out the first person in her contacts who could probably fall for her joke, she snickered as she typed can you tell me if these noods are hot? she hoped he wouldn't question her spelling, since the whole joke depended on the spelling. clicking send, she'd drop her phone and burst into laughter, clearly finding herself hilarious.
[member=643]ELIAS.[/member]
she wasn't really sure when she'd picked up the pamphlet, but the front page said ten signs you're an alcoholic and sign number one was drinking alone. however, bianca reasoned that it was probably fine, because she didn't do it all that often (just once a week wasn't often, right?), and she was drinking wine. wine, while alcohol, was just a really old fruit salad. and she was eating while she drank, if you could call a sleeve of ritz eating.
a bottle and a half of wine later, though, and it was definitely effecting her head. a little giddy, a little less tired than she'd been earlier, the blonde flipped her television to mtv, and as the music played in the background, she slipped her phone from her pocket. she'd heard some girls in a diner some time ago complain about drunk texting their exes, and bianca finds herself admittedly glad that, at nearly twenty-eight years old, she doesn't have any exes. well, if you count kendrick, then one - but do dead guys even count? regardless, texting some ex boyfriend from two years ago that she wanted him back wasn't really a worry. texting friends suggestive things? well, she hadn't thought that was something to be concerned about. apparently, it was.
seeking out the first person in her contacts who could probably fall for her joke, she snickered as she typed can you tell me if these noods are hot? she hoped he wouldn't question her spelling, since the whole joke depended on the spelling. clicking send, she'd drop her phone and burst into laughter, clearly finding herself hilarious.
[member=643]ELIAS.[/member]