Jan 6, 2025
continued from here with @blessedbyhecate
“I am fine.” Leo assures, though it’s not exactly true.
It’s a game of keep-up, where Leo is trying to gulp her margarita down at the same speed Penny’s going with her martini. The tequila burns her throat and makes her want to gag, but she keeps chugging – consequences be damned. The moment the glass is empty, she’s teetering a little, but it doesn’t stop her fingers from wrapping around her companion’s wrist and yanking her to the dancefloor.
“Fine, come on.” Leo grins – dragging her with her. “Your wish is my command.”