delsolylatierra:
[laughs a little and helps her off the ground] I know, loca. And I’ll take that as a yes. [helps her over to a couch] You want to talk about how you got here?
I fell. [geez, Flor, good memory there,] Remember? Oh no, you weren’t there. [hiccup]
[brushes some hair out of Xochi’s face, rolls her eyes] That’s not what I mean and you know it.
Why are you drunk and pantsless on Tuesday night, all alone?















