@noahkamura requested a starter at the Vixen Den involving alcohol
Parties had never been Teddy’s scene, not until this year when alcohol became a regular part of his life. Even now, he tended to stick to drinking in hotel rooms or in his dorm, only attending parties he knew he wouldn’t be alone at and he was still too anxious to venture along to Eden’s Twilight. He trusted the team and he trusted the Vixens, therefore it didn’t take a lot to convince Teddy that going to a party at the den was a good idea.
So he was drunk, hammered, positively ‘sloshed’ as his good friend Oliver would say, stumbling through the building and going back and forth between wanting to sit down forever or running around until he tired himself out. As he so often did, Teddy found himself pacing aimlessly up and down the same corridor, looking confused because he’d had vodka and now it was gone. He heard a door and his head shot up, grinning over in Noah’s direction and stumbling over to him, trying not to fall.
“Noaaaaaaah,” he called in greeting, “I lost my vodka and I’m sad about it. Have you seen it? It was cherry flavoured it was so good,” he slurred.
