May 17, 2014
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((I’ll do Aleeka since it’s very difficult for Flesh-Thief to get drunk))
Hearing a quiet knocking on her motel door, Aleeka got up off the bed and stumbled to the door. A half empty bottle of Fireball whiskey sloshed haphazardly in her hand. Opening the door completely, a sloppy smirk crossed her lips. “L-Lillllith! Heeeey~!” The red-head slurred.
Only in a purple t-shirt and boy-shorts underwear, the taller teen didn’t seem to care if anyone saw as she leaned on the door heavily. “H-How have you been?!” She asked. A deep flush had colored her cheeks and neck, a result of the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed earlier that night. Her discarded mask could be seen lying flat on the nightstand between the two beds of the room.
