she huffs and huffs at the table in the bar. her face was against the wood, too drunk to even think straight. literally. it wasn’t like she never drank, but it wasn’t often. usually only on holidays and a minimal amount.

but this was not a holiday or a minimal amount. she was hammered. you hadn’t seen her like this ever, but by the looks of it, she has been like this before. folklore sighs at the sight and pats her on the back, asking if she wanted water.

”what, nooo… dont need.. water..”

she slurs her words while you giggle at it. she was so cute while like this, you didnt get to see this side of her! normally she was just your smart and sophisticated girlfriend who happened to like cats and shakespeare.