Yell louderΒ she says.Β No no, Tempy wonβt yell.Β Sheβs gonna sing.
βSober, life is a prison
Shit faced, it is a blessing
Sober, nobody wants you
Shit faced, they're all undressing
Oh, sober, it's ever darker
Shit-faced, the moon is nearer
Sober, you're old and ugly
Shit-faced, who needs a mirror?
Oh, sober, you're a Cro-Magnon
Shit faced, you're very clever
Sober, you never should be
Shit faced, now and forever--
I've got to get too drunk to dream
Cause dreaming only makes me blue
I've got to get too drunk to dream
Because I only dream of you~β
Yep, she was going at it the entire time Claire was preparing for the trip.Β The end extended out in a long, over exaggerated note to emphasis her point when her fellow redhead had come out on her own bike.Β A playful wink would greet the other woman before revving the engine a bit.
βIβve a place in mind.Β But weβve an errand to run first.Β Some of my mates need a bit of booze for the night.Β Just follow close behind.β
Motorcycle revved again, she slips the helmet on and waits for Claire to be ready before sheβs taking off down the road.