#cutthro4t

there's a buzz under her skin and a song playing that's actually pretty good for once. sloane lets the energy take her around the room, greeting people she doesn't know, ignoring the ones she does, till she comes to a stop in front of a face she's only half sure she recognises. “why howdy there, handsome.” the drinks she's consumed tonight only seem to make her accent even more pronounced than usual. she's also a bit uneven on her feet, but that's neither here nor there. “you here all by your lonesome?”