#cpnjsse

!! 70s Rock Starters !!

SHE DOESN’T BELIEVE HIM!!! 

… yet, still, curiously, Evangeline streeeeetches towards Jesse until she can peek into the cup he’s holding, one eye shut for proper focus. It does, indeed, look just like coca-cola. Deceptive. Dangerous. While hovering, the girl gives an experimental SNIFF only to reel back and cover her face with her hands when that familiar liquor burn hits her senses.

SHE DEFINITELY DOESN’T BELIEVE HIM!!!                IT SMELLS LIKE IT COULD LIGHT A BONFIRE!!!

Evie sneezes, looks up at Jesse in some state of SHOCK.

Feet up in the air, pointing this way or that with kitten heels just barely managing to hang on by the tips of her toes-- a hint, towards her current state of intoxication, sure; most would sit on the sofa instead of lying on the cushion, legs all propped up against the back... so yes, a hint, but not nearly as much of one as the glossy lovey-dovey look that had taken over her eyes, as she gazes longingly towards the treasure in her hands.

“Twinkies, oh my God, I love them--” someone stop her. If all the drinks weren’t enough to leave the girl in such a state: just imagine how she’s going to be when she gets all that sugar in her veins... some party goers have shifted off this way or that for their own vices, but Evangeline’s got her addiction’s worst nightmare stacked atop her belly, and she appears quite delectably happy with her lot... doesn’t even wipe the kid-in-a-candy-store grin off her face when she cranes her head a bit and notices Jesse still on the sofa nearby...