@temporalbanneret liked for a drunk starter!
My God, is Jake drunk. And it’s not even the good drunk. His stomach hurts, his eyes burn, and he’s trying so hard to mask it. It was fun at first. Then one bottle of beer turned into two, which in turn turned into a few shots, and now he regrets everything about tonight. There must be something he can do to get his mind off it. Unsure exactly what, he takes out his phone and opens Pesterchum. Sadly, nobody is online. What did he expect? It’s about one in the morning.
Well, actually, one person is on. Someone he doesn’t know quite that well. Davian and he have spoken, what, twice? That’s good enough for now. Gently, his thumb opens the chat. He’s going one-handed, considering that’s all he can muster up right now.
-- golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering temporalBanneret [TB] --
GT: Heyyyy davian was it? GT: Have you gt a moment or two? GT: Got*. Whoopsie daisies.
