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I was just going to beg not to be kicked out

(I'm currently mid-midterms week), but it seems there's nothing to be kicked out of?

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...are we quitting?

kallumj-blog

IDK. but this one is dying. so. ;o

isabella-watson

It had such promise. I'm kind of upset.

...are we quitting?

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Heather/Isabella are playing strip poker if we can get willing boys to join us. Para with usssssssssssssssss!

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Isabella threw her head back in laughter. “I must warn you,” she said between giggles, “I have a pretty mean poker game…” Once calmed down, she eyed her friend suspiciously. She was almost one hundred percent sure she wasn’t a lesbian, but just in case, she didn’t want to lead her on.

“I think we should probably go on a man-hunt before we start the festivities.” She gestured toward her body, not caring when various tattoos showed themselves from behind her dark clothes. “This needs to be properly appreciated if, god forbid, I do end up losing.”

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She laughed with her friend. “As do I, we just need a boy to take advantage of. Between you and I, I think we could get him down to his boxers before he knew what was going on.” She was feeling quite adventurous now that she was thousands of miles away from her overprotective parents, and her prude circle of friends. She liked the idea of a steamy romance in London, but first she’d need to find a boy… after all, she was very much into men.

“Who could we lure into our poker trap?” She asked Isabella. She was beginning to enjoy the idea of seducing someone, particularly an Englishman.

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Isabella took a hearty sip from her almost-empty bottle and shook her head. "I know we could beat just about anyone," she pondered, "so who is worth looking at?" She clucked her tongue thoughtfully. She didn't really know too many people here; really, Heather was her only friend so far.

Realizing the poor state of her liquor stash, she sprang, albeit ungracefully, to her feet. "We're going to need more of this sweet nectar of the gods. Maybe we'll find a willing friend on the way to the corner store?"

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She laughed bitterly. “That’s the dream, isn’t it? Being couple-y. Here’s hoping it will happen for both of us. ” She lifted her almost empty bottle in salute. Her arm wobbled a bit. She was a small girl, and it didn’t take much to get her drunk.

Isabella smiled at her new friend, running questions through her mind. She didn’t want to ask a question that was too personal - after all, she had just met the redheaded girl a few days ago. After a few moments of deep thought, she nodded slowly. “Truth…why did your parents really send you here?” She cocked her head to the side, truly interested. “They get tired of playing Mom and Pop? You’ve got a” - she feigned a horrified gasp - “drinking problem and they don’t want to deal with it?” She winked, hoping to keep Heather from being too spooked.

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“I guess it is the dream,” she mumbled, questioning Isabelle’s statement. Heather raised her bottle and clinked the glass against her friend’s nearly empty bottle. “Salute!” She poured liquid into her mouth, letting it trickle down her throat. She was starting to feel the effects of the Alcohol coursing through her body.

She analyzed Isabella’s question. She’d never really thought if her parents’ true intentions for sending her away were for her own good, rather than for their benefit. She pushed the thought away, she decided that if her parents sent her here for selfish reasons she’d rather believe otherwise. “I guess they decided I was too much of a handful,” She half joked. “I am hopelessly addicted to liquor and other various substances and they grew tired of dealing with my constant shenanigans,” She winked, last night being the first time she’d really drank in excess. Maybe she would return home with an drinking problem

“Okay your turn Watson, truth or…dare,” She challenged. She raised an eyebrow at the word dare, hoping she wouldn’t have to come up with an interesting question for her friend in her current alcohol educed haze.

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Isabella laughed. She had gathered that Heather wasn’t much of a drinker, and she almost felt bad for converting her. She shrugged off the guilt selfishly - at least now she has a solid drinking buddy.

She was never one to back down from a dare, drunk or not. Truths were trickier. This made her choice simple: “Dare me, baby.”

ooc: hey pretty lady. big test tomorrow, so I should probably get some work done. feel free to continue with this scenario (I like where it’s going!), and I will totally add on after my exam! have a good night!

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Heather smiled at Isabella’s choice. Hmmm, a dare… what could she possibly dare her to do, that wasn’t too invasive. She searched for the answer in her bottle of alcohol, letting the warm liquid run down her throat. Her head was in a lovely vodka induced haze, really anything seemed like a good idea to her.

“I challenge you to a game of strip poker!” The words were already out of her mouth before her judgement could stop them. But it didn’t matter to her, Heather was definitely drunk enough, now, to play.

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Isabella threw her head back in laughter. "I must warn you," she said between giggles, "I have a pretty mean poker game..." Once calmed down, she eyed her friend suspiciously. She was almost one hundred percent sure she wasn't a lesbian, but just in case, she didn't want to lead her on.

"I think we should probably go on a man-hunt before we start the festivities." She gestured toward her body, not caring when various tattoos showed themselves from behind her dark clothes. "This needs to be properly appreciated if, god forbid, I do end up losing."

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She laughed bitterly. “That’s the dream, isn’t it? Being couple-y. Here’s hoping it will happen for both of us. ” She lifted her almost empty bottle in salute. Her arm wobbled a bit. She was a small girl, and it didn’t take much to get her drunk.

Isabella smiled at her new friend, running questions through her mind. She didn’t want to ask a question that was too personal - after all, she had just met the redheaded girl a few days ago. After a few moments of deep thought, she nodded slowly. “Truth…why did your parents really send you here?” She cocked her head to the side, truly interested. “They get tired of playing Mom and Pop? You’ve got a” - she feigned a horrified gasp - “drinking problem and they don’t want to deal with it?” She winked, hoping to keep Heather from being too spooked.

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“I guess it is the dream,” she mumbled, questioning Isabelle’s statement. Heather raised her bottle and clinked the glass against her friend’s nearly empty bottle. “Salute!” She poured liquid into her mouth, letting it trickle down her throat. She was starting to feel the effects of the Alcohol coursing through her body.

She analyzed Isabella’s question. She’d never really thought if her parents’ true intentions for sending her away were for her own good, rather than for their benefit. She pushed the thought away, she decided that if her parents sent her here for selfish reasons she’d rather believe otherwise. “I guess they decided I was too much of a handful,” She half joked. “I am hopelessly addicted to liquor and other various substances and they grew tired of dealing with my constant shenanigans,” She winked, last night being the first time she’d really drank in excess. Maybe she would return home with an drinking problem

“Okay your turn Watson, truth or…dare,” She challenged. She raised an eyebrow at the word dare, hoping she wouldn’t have to come up with an interesting question for her friend in her current alcohol educed haze.

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Isabella laughed. She had gathered that Heather wasn't much of a drinker, and she almost felt bad for converting her. She shrugged off the guilt selfishly - at least now she has a solid drinking buddy.

She was never one to back down from a dare, drunk or not. Truths were trickier. This made her choice simple: "Dare me, baby."

ooc: hey pretty lady. big test tomorrow, so I should probably get some work done. feel free to continue with this scenario (I like where it's going!), and I will totally add on after my exam! have a good night!

isabella-watson

She squinted her eyes at Carlie, thinking hard. After a moment, she slowly offered the half empty bottle to her. “I mean, I having was…I was having little…” she shook her head. The alcohol had more affect on her than usual. “The merrier, more,” she concluded, giving her the bottle and closing her eyes. “I tired…”

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Carlie continued to giggle at Isabella as she took the half dranken bottle off of her hands. “You seem fun.” She nodded. “You can’t be tired..” Carlie shook her head, taking a few gigantic swigs of the booze. “More alcohol helps.” Carlie laughed, already beginning to feel a buzz. She always had been such a lightweight.

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Isabella opened her eyes and smiled brightly, albeit sleepily. "I am fun." She shook her head slowly. "You just caught me on a bad bad...bad night." Closing her eyes again, she patted her new friend on the knee. "Me find...find me...tomorrow. I'll show you how," she yawned, "how to...party."

ooc: sorry dude. big manag econ test tomorrow. I have procrastinated long enough.

isabella-watson

Lying on the study lounge couch with a bottle of liquor cupped in both hands, watching the dangling Christmas lights color the ceiling was quite possibly her favorite place at Shady Falls. Class was a bore. Her dorm room was too cluttered. Every other room in the rec center was always overflowing…

Carlie was driving in her car, on the way to the rec center for a drink, maybe two.. She was hoping she didn’t have to drink alone. That wouldn’t be any fun. Although, the rec center was usually filled with crowds of people, which Carlie wasn’t a big fan of either. She would be okay with just one or two people with her.. Not fifteen or twenty.. Carlie pulled into the rec center’s parking lot and walking inside. As usual, it was packed. She stepped into the study room, where there wasn’t ever to many people, and saw a face she hadn’t seen much of. “Hey..” she said, smiling at the gorgeous, unknown woman sitting on the lounge’s couch.

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Isabella lifted her bottle in a wordless greeting. After having this much to drink, she lost many of her manners. “Close the door?” she asked. “My eyes seem to be a little sensitive to light these days.”

As the stranger did her bidding, she took note: she was tall, thin, and incredibly pretty. She motioned to the armchair next to her own couch. “Sit, my friend. Make yourself comfortable. What’s your name?”

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After closing the door, she said “Carlie,” When the girl asked what her name was. “And your name?” Carlie asked, sitting on the armchair next to the couch the girl had been sitting on. She was examining the woman a bit more closely now. Very beautiful, she had noted. Her dark hair flowed long below her shoulders, and you could see in her eyes that she had been drinking for a while already.

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“Pleasure, Carlie. They call me Isabelllllllllllllllla.” She drew out the “L” sound, giggling at herself. Cocking her head to one side, she stared at the newcomer. She didn’t recognize the girl, and, in her drunken state, was confused at her presence. “What are you doing here?” she asked bluntly.

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Carlie laughed at the drunken girl, Isabella. “Nice to meet you Isabella.” She watched as she drunkenly asked her a question. “I’m here to drink, of course.” Carlie laughed and gestured toward the bottle of alcohol Isabella was holding. “You mind? Like I always say, it’s not fun drinking alone.”

isabella-watson

She squinted her eyes at Carlie, thinking hard. After a moment, she slowly offered the half empty bottle to her. "I mean, I having was...I was having little..." she shook her head. The alcohol had more affect on her than usual. "The merrier, more," she concluded, giving her the bottle and closing her eyes. "I tired..."

isabella-watson

Lying on the study lounge couch with a bottle of liquor cupped in both hands, watching the dangling Christmas lights color the ceiling was quite possibly her favorite place at Shady Falls. Class was a bore. Her dorm room was too cluttered. Every other room in the rec center was always overflowing…

Carlie was driving in her car, on the way to the rec center for a drink, maybe two.. She was hoping she didn’t have to drink alone. That wouldn’t be any fun. Although, the rec center was usually filled with crowds of people, which Carlie wasn’t a big fan of either. She would be okay with just one or two people with her.. Not fifteen or twenty.. Carlie pulled into the rec center’s parking lot and walking inside. As usual, it was packed. She stepped into the study room, where there wasn’t ever to many people, and saw a face she hadn’t seen much of. “Hey..” she said, smiling at the gorgeous, unknown woman sitting on the lounge’s couch.

isabella-watson

Isabella lifted her bottle in a wordless greeting. After having this much to drink, she lost many of her manners. “Close the door?” she asked. “My eyes seem to be a little sensitive to light these days.”

As the stranger did her bidding, she took note: she was tall, thin, and incredibly pretty. She motioned to the armchair next to her own couch. “Sit, my friend. Make yourself comfortable. What’s your name?”

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After closing the door, she said “Carlie,” When the girl asked what her name was. “And your name?” Carlie asked, sitting on the armchair next to the couch the girl had been sitting on. She was examining the woman a bit more closely now. Very beautiful, she had noted. Her dark hair flowed long below her shoulders, and you could see in her eyes that she had been drinking for a while already.

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"Pleasure, Carlie. They call me Isabelllllllllllllllla." She drew out the "L" sound, giggling at herself. Cocking her head to one side, she stared at the newcomer. She didn't recognize the girl, and, in her drunken state, was confused at her presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly.

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Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the light being let in through the closed door. She opened one eye, squinting, trying to make out the figure intruding on her quality alcohol time. It was only Heather. Relieved, she scooted to make some room for her on the couch.

She laughed, glad her new friend just happened to join her. “I’d be okay with this continuing for the foreseeable future.” She offered up the bottle in her hands, reaching under the couch for a second. “What brings you to the bottle this evening, my friend?”

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She leaned her head back on the couch, letting the vodka burn her throat, a feeling she was growing fond of. “Separation anxiety. It pains me dearly to part from mr. grey goose here.” She cradled the bottle in her hands, tapping her fingers on the glass. “I’m surprised our little drinking spot isn’t more popular,” she wished that a few more boys would start coming regularly to drink with them. Being away from home proved to be a pleasant adventure so far, she was looking forward to getting to know more of the students, drunk and sober.

She gulped from the bottle again, her throat tingling. “What about you Isabella?”

isabella-watson

She chuckled, Heather’s presence already making her sadness seem…less. “I know the feeling. Goose and I don’t like to be separated for more than a few days. Hours, really.” She snuggled up to the armrest, bottle held only a few inches from her ever-thirsty mouth.

Shrugging, Isabella looked around. “As much as I love that this place is so secluded, I kind of wish there were more guys who happened to come by. Like, no offense to you,” she nodded in Heather’s direction, “I fa sho enjoy your company, but sometimes…” She shook her head. “We need some testosterone up in this joint. Know of anybody?”

If she just ignored her friend’s last question, she thought, maybe she wouldn’t have to answer it.

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“None taken,” Heather laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing, besides the boys here are so much more charming than the pigs back home.” She was glad that she’d found a friend in Isabella, but she was right. More testosterone wouldn’t be too shabby. She thought back to her earlier conversation with Kallum. He was quite the flirt, a very cute one at that, but he had a certain quality about him that made her want more.

“That Kallum kid seems like he’d be a fun drunk, it doesn’t hurt that he’s a cutie either… Oh, and James was good company last night too,” She wasn’t sure which boy she preferred yet. Hopefully one of the two found her somewhat endearing. “Do you know of anyone? I’m not exactly a Shady Falls veteran.”

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“The guys seem nice here,” Isabella nodded in agreement, “but I’m not sure I could name you any.” She thought for a moment, taking another sweet sip from the surprisingly chilly bottle. “I talked to some kid the first night I got here…Jacob, maybe? Jason?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. Haven’t seen him around lately.”

She sighed, slowly letting the air out of her lungs. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

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“They do, don’t they?” She followed suit and drank from her bottle. “I haven’t heard of a Jacob, or a Jason for that matter. Maybe I’ll get lucky this year, and find someone to be all sappy and couple-y with. A girl can hope,” She confessed taking another long sip.

“Haha, alright. Truth!” She answered, not nearly drunk enough yet to brave a dare.

isabella-watson

She laughed bitterly. "That's the dream, isn't it? Being couple-y. Here's hoping it will happen for both of us. " She lifted her almost empty bottle in salute. Her arm wobbled a bit. She was a small girl, and it didn't take much to get her drunk.

Isabella smiled at her new friend, running questions through her mind. She didn't want to ask a question that was too personal - after all, she had just met the redheaded girl a few days ago. After a few moments of deep thought, she nodded slowly. "Truth...why did your parents really send you here?" She cocked her head to the side, truly interested. "They get tired of playing Mom and Pop? You've got a" - she feigned a horrified gasp - "drinking problem and they don't want to deal with it?" She winked, hoping to keep Heather from being too spooked.

isabella-watson

Lying on the study lounge couch with a bottle of liquor cupped in both hands, watching the dangling Christmas lights color the ceiling was quite possibly her favorite place at Shady Falls. Class was a bore. Her dorm room was too cluttered. Every other room in the rec center was always overflowing…

Carlie was driving in her car, on the way to the rec center for a drink, maybe two.. She was hoping she didn’t have to drink alone. That wouldn’t be any fun. Although, the rec center was usually filled with crowds of people, which Carlie wasn’t a big fan of either. She would be okay with just one or two people with her.. Not fifteen or twenty.. Carlie pulled into the rec center’s parking lot and walking inside. As usual, it was packed. She stepped into the study room, where there wasn’t ever to many people, and saw a face she hadn’t seen much of. “Hey..” she said, smiling at the gorgeous, unknown woman sitting on the lounge’s couch.

isabella-watson

Isabella lifted her bottle in a wordless greeting. After having this much to drink, she lost many of her manners. "Close the door?" she asked. "My eyes seem to be a little sensitive to light these days."

As the stranger did her bidding, she took note: she was tall, thin, and incredibly pretty. She motioned to the armchair next to her own couch. "Sit, my friend. Make yourself comfortable. What's your name?"

isabella-watson

Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the light being let in through the closed door. She opened one eye, squinting, trying to make out the figure intruding on her quality alcohol time. It was only Heather. Relieved, she scooted to make some room for her on the couch.

She laughed, glad her new friend just happened to join her. “I’d be okay with this continuing for the foreseeable future.” She offered up the bottle in her hands, reaching under the couch for a second. “What brings you to the bottle this evening, my friend?”

lexhawthorne-deactivated2012061

She leaned her head back on the couch, letting the vodka burn her throat, a feeling she was growing fond of. “Separation anxiety. It pains me dearly to part from mr. grey goose here.” She cradled the bottle in her hands, tapping her fingers on the glass. “I’m surprised our little drinking spot isn’t more popular,” she wished that a few more boys would start coming regularly to drink with them. Being away from home proved to be a pleasant adventure so far, she was looking forward to getting to know more of the students, drunk and sober.

She gulped from the bottle again, her throat tingling. “What about you Isabella?”

isabella-watson

She chuckled, Heather’s presence already making her sadness seem…less. “I know the feeling. Goose and I don’t like to be separated for more than a few days. Hours, really.” She snuggled up to the armrest, bottle held only a few inches from her ever-thirsty mouth.

Shrugging, Isabella looked around. “As much as I love that this place is so secluded, I kind of wish there were more guys who happened to come by. Like, no offense to you,” she nodded in Heather’s direction, “I fa sho enjoy your company, but sometimes…” She shook her head. “We need some testosterone up in this joint. Know of anybody?”

If she just ignored her friend’s last question, she thought, maybe she wouldn’t have to answer it.

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“None taken,” Heather laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing, besides the boys here are so much more charming than the pigs back home.” She was glad that she’d found a friend in Isabella, but she was right. More testosterone wouldn’t be too shabby. She thought back to her earlier conversation with Kallum. He was quite the flirt, a very cute one at that, but he had a certain quality about him that made her want more.

“That Kallum kid seems like he’d be a fun drunk, it doesn’t hurt that he’s a cutie either… Oh, and James was good company last night too,” She wasn’t sure which boy she preferred yet. Hopefully one of the two found her somewhat endearing. “Do you know of anyone? I’m not exactly a Shady Falls veteran.”

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"The guys seem nice here," Isabella nodded in agreement, "but I'm not sure I could name you any." She thought for a moment, taking another sweet sip from the surprisingly chilly bottle. "I talked to some kid the first night I got here...Jacob, maybe? Jason?" She shook her head. "I don't know. Haven't seen him around lately."

She sighed, slowly letting the air out of her lungs. "Let's play a game. Truth or dare?"

nighttime

Lying on the study lounge couch with a bottle of liquor cupped in both hands, watching the dangling Christmas lights color the ceiling was quite possibly her favorite place at Shady Falls. Class was a bore. Her dorm room was too cluttered. Every other room in the rec center was always overflowing with people. Isabella turned up the booming music and closed her eyes, relishing the peacefulness. Taking a swig from her bottle, she noticed the door opening slowly, and an unfamiliar girl stepping inside.

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Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the light being let in through the closed door. She opened one eye, squinting, trying to make out the figure intruding on her quality alcohol time. It was only Heather. Relieved, she scooted to make some room for her on the couch.

She laughed, glad her new friend just happened to join her. “I’d be okay with this continuing for the foreseeable future.” She offered up the bottle in her hands, reaching under the couch for a second. “What brings you to the bottle this evening, my friend?”

lexhawthorne-deactivated2012061

She leaned her head back on the couch, letting the vodka burn her throat, a feeling she was growing fond of. “Separation anxiety. It pains me dearly to part from mr. grey goose here.” She cradled the bottle in her hands, tapping her fingers on the glass. “I’m surprised our little drinking spot isn’t more popular,” she wished that a few more boys would start coming regularly to drink with them. Being away from home proved to be a pleasant adventure so far, she was looking forward to getting to know more of the students, drunk and sober.

She gulped from the bottle again, her throat tingling. “What about you Isabella?”

isabella-watson

She chuckled, Heather's presence already making her sadness seem...less. "I know the feeling. Goose and I don't like to be separated for more than a few days. Hours, really." She snuggled up to the armrest, bottle held only a few inches from her ever-thirsty mouth.

Shrugging, Isabella looked around. "As much as I love that this place is so secluded, I kind of wish there were more guys who happened to come by. Like, no offense to you," she nodded in Heather's direction, "I fa sho enjoy your company, but sometimes..." She shook her head. "We need some testosterone up in this joint. Know of anybody?"

If she just ignored her friend's last question, she thought, maybe she wouldn't have to answer it.

isabella-watson

ooc: Hahahah. I’m trying to postpone my managerial econ problem sets. Let’s do this. /

She needed a drink. Isabella tore through the hallways of the rec center, not stopping for anything or anyone. Entering the study room still decorated with her glowing Christmas lights, she fumbled around for…

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After the drink she’d had with Isabella and James the other night, Heather craved more. She stole across the quad to the rec center, hoping to find a half empty bottle of grey goose hidden somewhere. She slipped through the same door she had a few nights ago and found Isabella sipping on left over liquor. She sat down next to her tattooed friend, and motioned for the bottle. She smiled, and took a swig. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this…”

isabella-watson

Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the light being let in through the closed door. She opened one eye, squinting, trying to make out the figure intruding on her quality alcohol time. It was only Heather. Relieved, she scooted to make some room for her on the couch.

She laughed, glad her new friend just happened to join her. "I'd be okay with this continuing for the foreseeable future." She offered up the bottle in her hands, reaching under the couch for a second. "What brings you to the bottle this evening, my friend?"

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ooc; ditching drinking night. i forgot, whoops.

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ooc: feel free to still come and just...not drink? don't want to exclude you!

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