slurred words >:)
As she heard the name, laughter burst from her lips. She didn’t mean it, but the alcohol was probably clouding her better judgement and instead of frowning, she laughed. “A-ka-sh. His name is funny, isn’t it?” She scratched the bridge of her nose using the tip of her index, almost avoiding the question. Even drunk, Noa had some love for herself and to think about him meant pain. She laughed silly. “I just── he’ just,” she held a burp inside, before she sipped on the drunk again. She didn’t even know what she was drinking anymore. “He is an asshole full of lies. Lied that he loved me. Lied that he was trustworthy. And you look at the pretty face and you believe in the lies.” She closed her eyes and bounced at her place to the sound of the music. “Asshole── Pretty, pretty asshole.”
