While she had lost count a while ago, Syvi’s shot count was up at at least 7. Nobody told her that the reason you limit your alcohol was for the day after, and not for the now. At this point in the night, things had blurred together, people had come and gone, and the drunken blonde found herself curled up on one of the regal chairs in the downstairs sitting room near the action.
She had no idea what time it was, or where everyone had went, but it seemed to have mostly died down. Head resting on her arms which subsequently rested on the arm of the chair, her eyes spotted movement. Squinting, she struggled to make out the person, but moments later she was gasping in excitement.
Rising from her spot, she stumbled a bit with her initial dismount from it. Brushing herself off, she tailed the figure closely before haphazardly pouncing on them from behind, locking them into an embrace. “Eli!” A sizable giggle came out with the name, her face pressing deep into his back. “I missed you! It’s like, like you were here, but you weren’t! Are you a wizard?!” the words came out child-like, slurring mixed in, yet somehow she was better composed than when her stutter was present.She had seen him around during the party but, had actually failed to interact with him despite her busy agenda of forcing everyone to do shots have fun. Giving a squeeze, she pulled herself off him and a large, stupid grin was on her face. It took her a minute to get her footing before tucking her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth for no apparent reason.