Girl's Night Out
"Shuah can take anasa one, you two's not my mommas, so shtahp babying me!!" Cora slurred, not really the master over her own tongue any more. Yep, she miiiiight be sloshed by now, but of course she would never admit that she'd already had... a bit more than just enough.
Besides, getting drunk had been the goal for tonight - their last girl's night had been way too long ago and the last night they'd been clubbing together had been even longer ago than any of them cared to recall. So they'd pre-gamed enough to make sure that their metabolism wouldn't get in their way and then hit the city. At the moment Cora wasn't even too sure where they were - she was with her best friends, though, so she was safe and all was fine. Besides, she still knew where the bar was.
It was her turn to get them more drinks, for non of them were willing to give up the territory they'd conquered on a couch in the very back of the club. But as soon as she stood on somewhat wobbly feet she saw something quite discouraging that made her quickly flop back down, ducking to hide behind Petra. "He's foooound us agaaaaaaain, so dun moooove!" she warned, half a wail. That guy who'd been tailing them all night, trying to flirt with her, was back.