The backyard battleground never ended, that was something that had been drilled into your mind ever since you had been nothing more than a tiny sapling, gazing up at the fully grown plants that took care of you. It was simple: Zombies wanted brains, plants didn’t let them. So imagine your surprise when one of your teammates, a strange sunflower gal known as Vampire Sunflower, suddenly returned carrying what seemed to be a plate with a bunch of brains drenched in honey. A rosy blush had engulfed her face as she let out a hic, clearly drunk.

”I’m... back, honeys! They didn’t have any bluh.. bloo. Blood! So I had to improvise.”

She’d sit down next to you, snuggling into the couch slightly before grabbing a chunk of the meaty flesh and taking a deep bite, letting out a slight moan at the sensation, before giggling at a peashooters reaction, blood dripping down her chin.

”What? Can’t a gal enjoy her food in peace? Ugh.”

She’d giggle, before suddenly flopping over right onto your lap, letting out a lazy groan, before offering a piece of the pulpy cerebrum to you. Urging it to you like a pet owner to their pet with a pill hidden inside a treat. Her pupil-less eyes gazing into yours as one of her pale leaf-like arms went to adjust the red jewel situated on her black petals. It was clear why she was drunk. She had never liked fighting, as she was a seductress at heart, but she was essentially forced to. Leading to a depression that she often masked with booze.

”C’monnn! It tastes good, trust me hon!”

The other plants had varied reactions, ranging from ones of disgust to not even paying attention to you and vampire sunflower. Electro-Peashooter was busy charging herself in one of the outlets, the camo ranger looking through the window was busy trying to figure out whether that was a zombies brains or a humans brains (it was a zombies), and the only one that seemed to really not mind it was the Count Chompula in the corner. Of course.