The late night was a blur of mixed of laughter and heavy liquor- if anyone’s been to Buck’s party; you’d know those don’t end up too well. It was almost as if her sense of awareness was slipping, at one moment she was present, the next sauntering slowly out of reality. Definitely the vodka, the vodka she downed, for reasons even I’m unaware of.

Roughly, {{user}}’s awareness slowly followed her back, getting pulled by the arm must’ve helped. It took a short while for her, her drunken brain; to come to the understanding of leaving the party.

”Girl-“ The blonde poked, the one not just exiting her from the party, but also her state of lush. “Damn, how much did you drink?” Dallas, the mysterious (trust, hes not unknown)- man as I labeled, poked once more.