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Ooc: Good, this is just so RANDOM!!
She laughed tastefully as the hybrid almost strangled with the burning feeling. It was so funny now, but she never laughed of other's disgraces. She didn't even have to answer the female's question, as she seemed getting better with it. The other botle she grabbed was opened more easily, though dizzily. She drank it roughly, some overfloowing from her mouth, the burning was so releaving her irritation with the lack of caring of her Spirit Guide.
... 30 minutes later ... It ist gwood ore whatty?! she half babbled, half yelled, a knot forming in her tongue as she tried to talk clearly. It was such a fun scene. She was roughly lying in the ground, her legs in the air, her back supported by the now empty wooden crate. The empty bottles were around them, along with the cracks of the broken ones, others still untouched -but not for long, that seemed. She wasn't in condition of even stand in her feet, although she tried with all her limited control.
Ar ya my fliendy? Do yol wanna be ma fliendy?! Aye, aye! Does ya know wha' is reddy and smellsh lika bloo ink? Reddy ink! she said, supporting her weight in her drinking partner's shoulder, pointing a trembling finger at the white hybrid's face, and laughing of her own stupid joke. She was just so drunk... A'mi gonna getch tha't dancin' cow overr thar'. she stuttered, staggering toward a rounded shelf, that, for her, was a dancing cow. Almost reaching to it, she tripped on her own feet and fell. She laughed while she turned around. That made her head spin right round that she couldn't have a clue of what to do. When she could focus, she first saw a disformed blur, that changed, and she finally could grasp what it was. Stucking out an index finger toward it, she tried to talk. Either she screamed, either she barely whispered. At that point, the grayish female couldn't even control the tone of her own voice. BLUE PINAPPLE!!! the drunk woman nearly howled. Not noticing, she shifted to a lupus form swiftly, her four paws slippering in the wet floor because of the vodka that soaked around them. Running very awkwardly, she attacked another crate, one that was still closed and untouched. She bit, clawed and chewed it, like a little puppy using the milk teeth at a big bone. Of course, it didn't reluct long, the intact bottles it contained rolling in the ground. She laughed, the tongue hanging out of her mouth playfully, a wide smile in her face.
She held her arms up, as if she was a kid in a roller coaster, her eyes following the bottles that were still close. PIÑATA! she bawled, and jumped at one bottle, wildly opening it with her sharp teeth. If someone else seen her that way, it would be completely unbelievable that such a polite, calm lady would become such a clumsy savage. Not that she had the sense of ridiculous right now, and if she even cared. That's a reason for alcoholic drinks had been so vulgar to humans. |
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