Nov 30, 2013
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Marian simply grunts, the smell of liquor mingling with her breath. The Mage was hardly in a state to be certain of her clothing situation, but come morning, she would find herself rudely kicked from the bed and wondering exactly what happened.
She was lucky she was alive, Tara sat up her hair wild before she flung a boot at her friend's head. "I love you but you have three seconds to explain why I had to share and you're not paying any portion of my room.."