@andallsoend said: 🍶🍶🍶🍶🍶
Her tongue snakes out against her lips as she pours the honey colored liquor over her glasses, watching the neat row fill near to overflow as she moves. Her hold is steady, though her body tells a different story, feet tapping against the floor, hips swaying to the tune she hummed. Such a joyous mood might convince the casual onlooker she was drinking something soft and sweet, something tolerable.
If one was bereft of smell, they might well continue to believe that. Alas, her drinks were capable of stripping paint from the walls. Somewhere, one of her courtiers implored their queen -- You don’t have to do this.
Smiling up at her king, she raised the first glass.
“Yes I do.”
Her speed was practically breakneck as she moved down the line, knocking back all five shots without complaint. Slamming down the last of these, throat afire from the liquid that seemed to stick to her, she wiggled her fingers.
“Double or nothing. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself--”












