@hatclad
The blonde had STOLEN the half empty bottle of VODKA from Miriam’s limp fingers, she was out cold-- nothing new. Along with the last bottle of wine, Helga would have to BUY her more later anyway, draping a blanket over her BLACKOUT DRUNK mother before slipping out of her home with the bottles & few other things in hand, taking a drink from the vodka bottle letting it BURN her throat & stomach. She HISSED, how could Miriam drink this straight ?
Half way to Arnold’s house she’s already STUMBLING, Helga had started drinking to help with the AFTERMATH of the NIGHTMARES that had been PLAGUING her mind. Knowing full while that DRINKING couldn’t solve her PROBLEM, Miriam was a PRIME EXAMPLE, but it made all the PAIN go away for a while-- glazed over SAPPHIRE eyes scaled up Arnold’s fire escape.
AWKWARDLY climbing up & picking open the skyline window, she was LUCKY she hadn’t BROKEN her neck being DRUNK & moving around didn’t go hand & hand. The blonde smirked JIGGLING open the window, dropping the bag to the floor with a soft THUMP before SLOPPILY making her way into Arnold’s room, aw ! He was ADORABLE when he slept, looking so PEACEFUL-- it was almost a SHAME to wake him... Almost.
❝ Ar... Arnold ! Hey Football Head ! ❞ Giving a playful grin, jumping on his bed SMASHING his legs against her stomach with the bottle still in hand, SLIPPING some on his covers.
