hardship, grief and jealously bottled in this night of intoxication with drink. sake inhaled in large substances with little to not regret, ".. am I a pretty girl?"
kimiko was no stranger to alcohol. she often allowed her own sorrows & insecurities to be drowned at the bottom of a bottle. the scent is strong on her breath, words slurred from the stranger. she blinks slowly & red eyes rest on the other for a few short moments before thoughts find her voice.
“ —- you’re attractive enough, i suppose. “ it wasn’t a lie. her face was not unpleasant to look at, she mused. dark eyes & dark hair — no colors identifiable to kimiko, save for the dulled flesh tones of her skin… she wasn’t particularly interesting to kimiko, but she was lovely in her own way, “ you seem awfully … drunk. “