Jan 11, 2018
central city night life was a sight to be seen. however, it was quite overwhelming for someone who had been living in nanda parbat since she was six years old. after barely an hour of exploring a street party that she had happened upon, she found herself standing with a beer that had been shoved into her hand, though none had passed her lips as of yet. she was hesitant to try it, the stench of the amber liquid was quite strong and the actions of others around her were... were not something brooklyn wanted to copy, and the cup in her hand seemed to lead to that. “what -- i don’t... what is this?”