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It's a beautiful night. Fresh clear air, the kind that only comes after rain. The wild scent of it makes her grin. Kaye is half sprawled on the damp grass by the lake, with a bottle of vodka. It would surprise you how many people leave their alcohol unattended, or perhaps it wouldn't. It's disgusting, she thinks, lacking the dignity of bourbon, or the sheer headiness of faerie wine. But she drinks it anyway, because she's past caring and it seems like the thing to do.
And if she tilts her head just right the stars spin pleasantly; almost like a dream.
[OOC: I realize there may be various ramifications with a sixteen year old drunk, my only phrase and excuse for this post is: Bring it. :p No srsly. BRING IT.]
And if she tilts her head just right the stars spin pleasantly; almost like a dream.
[OOC: I realize there may be various ramifications with a sixteen year old drunk, my only phrase and excuse for this post is: Bring it. :p No srsly. BRING IT.]