drunken whispers (near midnight) ✒ puckat
@katrinahummel
Thankfully the ND holiday party was coming to a close. Norah would say “thankfully” because she was pretty much drunk off her ass. Don’t worry, she hadn’t been drunk in her set and, after years of getting a bit too drunk after gigs (pre-record contract) and being a Puckerman her whole life, she could hide it pretty well. At least to the public at large. If anyone tried to talk to her, they’d probably notice her slurred words, but she wasn’t throwing up or making a fool of herself. However, there was a risk of that happening any moment, something she vaguely recognized, especially with the heels she had on combined with her floor-length dress. Without checking if anyone was around, Norah kicked off her shoes, picked them up, and made her way to the bathroom.
After washing her hands, Norah made her way out, bumping into someone almost immediately. “Oops,” Norah said, holding onto that person’s shoulders, her shoes still in her hands, for a moment to collect herself. Okay, now she was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. “Got it...got it...” Norah said, slowly stepping back to rest back against the wall, the cool temperature helping her steady her dizziness.
Finally, Norah looked at who she bumped into, happily surprised to see Kat there. “Hey, Special K. You’re almost my height,” Norah slurred with amusement. Whatever heels Kat was wearing while Norah was shoeless and slumped against the wall made their height difference much less pronounced. “Havin’ a good time? ‘S fun, right?”
