@heartstrung-waverly [ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk. [ Waverly]
The local law are on the TV in the corner of the bar talking about the latest misfortune to be pulled out of the woods in more than one piece, and she's only half paying attention to any of it.
She's had one too many, really, and while this stupid curse that ripples through her body and under her skin might make short it easier to bounce back, she's no less drunken than she would be otherwise, head propped up on a table in the back of the place, like she's halfway between locked in and passing the fuck out.
Foundry's closed, so no work. Family's in New York, so no Turkey and Ham. She's got no pack, and really, no guild at this point.
Quiet and lonely holiday it is then.
She doesn't recognize the shape that appears in front of her, blocking her view of the screen as she lazily sips on another Long Island. "Can't ragebait me, m'not even wwatchin' that stupid thing."
She blinks the haze out of her eyes though, in time to realize who it is. "Oh hey, Waves... whatryou doin' here?"
