"Slurred Words"
meme: closed
The tavern was half empty, only the old and the desperate lurking in its shadows at such an early hour. It was only ha- lf past noon but Zoë already had a few glasses of sweet mead in her stomach. Never a heavy drinker and always making the same mistake of drinking on an empty stomach, It was to no-one's surprise that she had completely lost lost control of the small brain filter.
Hiccuping, she slams the glass against the bar and the wait- er swipes it from under her hand (careful, careful) before she does any more damage with it. She doesn't mind tho, she decided to stop two glasses ago. She does lean forward though, closer to the (smelly, ha!) waiter.
" Who does he think he is? This--- future king of ours? Tha's the key word, he's the future and yet he doesn't even know ho'ta put his und--underthingies right side on! He is a poster boy, a pretty fa-- he does have a pretty face at least our future king won't be ugly but ugh! Soooooome sense wouldn't hurt him, in fact I would recommend it. He acts so high and migh' like h's tha only one who knows ho'ta handle a sword. I coulda struck him down fasta than he can say his name and yet! And yet! Bloody ---prick "
