@calcifer-schmidt continued
Surely, this was a rare site. The commander never surpassed one drink per night, but tonight she had-- lost the amount of glasses she went through. Her cheeks rosy read and her balance completely lost and her weight supported by her companion.
❝No-- no dancing. I feel ill-- I think I need to sit down and rest.❞ Heavy eye-lids shut as she felt the world spinning around her. Maybe she passed out, she wasn’t exactly sure. She just had this awful sensation like she was falling into a hole.















