Vivienne giggles as she knocks on a cabin’s door. Her breath smells of alcohol, which explains why she seems to have come to the decision that standing is too much effort and promptly slides down to a seated position–– her fist still tapping incessantly against the wood.
Hazel pulls open the door to cabin six, a smile already on her face. “About time you, wait.” The blonde’s eyes narrowed, staring at her friend before sighing and leaning against the door frame. “You are un-fucking-believable, we agreed we wouldn’t start drinking without each other!”













