tired expression scans the room , last night’s memory a blur between the twelfth &&. thirteenth drink . cans topple from her , hard liquor still remnant on her breath as she sits up from her slump . let her get her bearings first , then she’ll notice the familiar face sat not too far from her . horns lift with a deadweight on her head , migraine strong from the aftershock of a hangover , barbie’s hand muzzling up to knead claws to a temple . god damn her actions , she’s no better than that two-time slut with a whip-crack popularity verosika .
as barbie finally brings the front of her weight up with a groan , eyes catch the colorful array of jester’s form just a few feet from her alcoholic overdose , other hand skirting her seat’s arm to aid her to stand &&. hobble her way towards favorable friend . hooves betray her as she tries &&. tries again to wobble her way over , eventually toppling over onto her hip as it collides with the floor &&. braces with a palm to catch some of the brute force .
fuck’s sake , she’s a mess . hand previously occupied with skull now moves to grab at jester’s leg , tugging tenderly to try &&. gain attention .
“ fizz , fizz -- holy shit , i got obliterated . ”
all she remembered was asking for his support while she relapsed .
