Post by Aston Savien on Dec 12, 2007 22:24:25 GMT -5
How long Aston had been sitting at the dining room table, but it had been long enough to drain half of a bottle of brandy and a third of a bottle of vodka. She had her feet propped on the table, a tumbler in her hand, and a bottle of brandy in the other. She filled the tumbler and began sipping it slowly. And even now, she was barely even buzzed.
She knocked back the rest of her alcohol and then poured another glass. She swallowed wrong, coughing slightly as she did so. She sighed, wiping her eyes that were watering slightly from her coughing. She then lifted her eyes to look at the ceiling, grinning a slightly drunken Cheshire cat.
She heard footsteps and coughed once more, sighing.
She knocked back the rest of her alcohol and then poured another glass. She swallowed wrong, coughing slightly as she did so. She sighed, wiping her eyes that were watering slightly from her coughing. She then lifted her eyes to look at the ceiling, grinning a slightly drunken Cheshire cat.
She heard footsteps and coughed once more, sighing.
