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Ooc: For the "WWDS?" Contest. If Siobhan agrees, we're in the "Funniest Drunk" category^^ I thought that if the first time they drink vodka, it would get them very... crazy XD
The grayish wolfess titlted her head to the old, wooden bin, filled with bottles, the cover lying in the ground with the. They were all closed, a thick layer of dust over them, a completely transparent liquid inside. It looked like water. She kneeled near it, examinating the box and the things inside. She grabbed one, cleaning the dust from the label around them. "Russian Vodka", she mouthed, while she tried to figure out want the heck it was. She placed the bottle and the cover back. She huged her legs, placing her chin over the knees, a thoughtful expression in her face. While she tried to recall anything of "Russian Vodka", she wondered what it would taste, if it was the same of water. She had came here without Bluma, her cream mare. Catherine left her in the tribe, with the other horses. The female would have left Seymour, her peregrine falcon there as well, but he resisted with all his might. He was flying around, not too far away from where she was. She came in the town's ruins after more things she could use in her new home, entering randomly in the houses. This one, maybe an old emporium, as it had many halls, marked by shelters and shelters, filled with ancient stuff and goods. Those were the places where she could find whatever she needed, and some new things. Like this crate. And those bottles, with "Russian Vodka". The woman cogitated for a few minutes until Saw, her reptile Spirit Guide, shown up, slithering his slim blackish body through her back and coiling around her neck. "What are those?" The black mamba asked, the hissy, low voice scaping from his pitch black mouth. She just rose her shoulder and relaxed them again, like she was saying "I have no idea." "Don't play with fire." The snake warned the same expression he always said to her when they didn't know something. She mused even more, but finally, she grabbed the same bottle again, forcing the lid out. Ignoring Saw's warnings and threats, she opened it. She sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and made an raspberry. The smell of alcohol was way too strong, but besides that, it was just fine. She made a face, but stuck her tongue out, licking it. She made a raspberry expression. It wasn't strong. Actually, it was somehow smooth, outcoming and... delightful. The woman couldn't understand how such a strong-scented liquid could be so... good. She laughed once, with the irony, and licked again, again and again. Then, she got the courage, and swallow a small sip. The pleasant taste filled completely her mouth, followed by the sensation of burning in her throath. She gasped and coughed, and then felt that the floor was gone. She supported her weight in an arm, so she wouldn't fall backwards. Wow! That... that feels... weird... and-and so... good! she exclaimed. Licking her lips, she fought the wish to take a few swigs. |
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