winter baby
2. My muse is too drunk to make the gingerbread house on their own, so has to team up with yours.
She couldn’t really see straight and this fucking gingerbread house was not cooperating with her. There was frosting just about everywhere, on her hands and her shirt and her face— even some in her hair, but most of it was plastered in hand prints around the bottle of Bacardi she had acquired.
But the goddamn roof kept falling down and she wasn’t sure why but it was definitely not due to her utter lack of coordination.
“Belladonna—!”
"HOLY shit you scared the fuck out of me Ezio." Jodie yelled, but then broke into a fit of giggles as she continued to douse the gingerbread roof with icing, licking one of her fingers. "Hey you need to help me with this, I’m too drunk to do it and I don’t even know why I have it. I don’t like gingerbread." She said, delicately placing the roof on top and… it stayed.
“OH YEAH, score 12 for Jodie. I think." She shrugged and took another swig of the clear liquid before holding it up. "Come my friend, join me in the activity most humble families partake in. Building their lives in the form of cookies and frosting and then devouring it like cannibals.”