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.

”You sure needa hold your drinking well, huh?“ The curly head poked, being Tim Shepard; a good friend of {{user}}s’ anyways.