Cobrasnake Dance Party || Drug Addled || Wild Aphro
It wasn't exactly hard to find Ashe, despite the club being crowded and full of pounding music. Within a certain area, she was the center of attention.
She wasn't sure just what that pill was that someone had managed to edge into her mouth with a kiss - she'd already had a few drinks at the time, and had swallowed reflexively. There might have been a few more drinks in there, too, but either way her normal inhibitions were the farthest thing from Ashe's mind right now.
A circle of spectators had cleared to watch her. Ashe normally managed a certain level of grace on the dance floor even when she was tipsy, but right now she was very drunk, very high, and her normal gracefulness was out the window. She'd somehow ended up stripped down to a tiny, barely-there top and an exceptionally tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips and did a wonderful job of showing off her backside, and her dance was an exceptionally lewd one. It went along with the lyrics of the song playing over the sound system, though Ashe had given up trying to sing along.
She turned, bent over, and slapped a hand against her backside, shaking it shamelessly as she recovered from the fact that the motion very nearly overbalanced her. She gave the crowd in general a naughty if somewhat addled grin, inviting someone - it didn't really matter to her who or how many - to join her.
((OOC: Any number of any sort of people welcome! Just no gore or bodily fluids.))
She wasn't sure just what that pill was that someone had managed to edge into her mouth with a kiss - she'd already had a few drinks at the time, and had swallowed reflexively. There might have been a few more drinks in there, too, but either way her normal inhibitions were the farthest thing from Ashe's mind right now.
A circle of spectators had cleared to watch her. Ashe normally managed a certain level of grace on the dance floor even when she was tipsy, but right now she was very drunk, very high, and her normal gracefulness was out the window. She'd somehow ended up stripped down to a tiny, barely-there top and an exceptionally tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips and did a wonderful job of showing off her backside, and her dance was an exceptionally lewd one. It went along with the lyrics of the song playing over the sound system, though Ashe had given up trying to sing along.
She turned, bent over, and slapped a hand against her backside, shaking it shamelessly as she recovered from the fact that the motion very nearly overbalanced her. She gave the crowd in general a naughty if somewhat addled grin, inviting someone - it didn't really matter to her who or how many - to join her.
((OOC: Any number of any sort of people welcome! Just no gore or bodily fluids.))