@dementedstatic
She sat there, head swimming as she waited out the timer on her phone, feeling a strangely deep sense of exhaustion - this was all so...odd; alcohol never generally affected her this way - not too mention the why of she had become so upset over antics that would generally leave her in stitches, and so she waited, somewhat impatiently to hear the tones chime.
A sidelong glance given to the test beside her, blinking and tipping her head - still over four minutes left on the clock and yet...that was a fairly hard response already; unsteadily, she rose to her feet, popping her head out of the bathroom and silently calling off the bushes that had still been throwing themselves at the crimson horror.
“...um...jou vere right - shtill have time on zhe clock, but itsh a fairly clear poshitive.”
