Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-31049256-20170824024119

(Hound, Marcus) Martha sways along, a bottle of liquor in her hand and having gotten a single drink into her system since she left Dala's old sweater shop. She looks around, her mind too fuzzy to comprehend all the lights and games, so she just giggles at them. In the distance she sees the falling Ferris Wheel, and Marcus standing near it.

She makes her way to him with a smile, "Hey theeeree, buuuudy!" she drawls on approach as she collapses onto his back, her paws looped around his shoulders as she holds herself up on him, "You'vein fuun?! Beetyarr *hic*!"