Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170114022529

As Eva sits by her fireside with a book, she hears a thumping on her doorstep. No sooner does she decide to stand up and investigate than Cyndwella falls THROUGH the closed door, landing smack on her face. She stands up, wobbling with uncertainty, her head looking like it isn't going to stay on much longer. She is wearing a pirate hat, one glove, her underwear, and one of her legs is painted green.

She turns around, her drunken eyes focusing on Eva. She smiles a crooked smile, her words slurring. She is still incredibly drunk.

"H-hey there Daisyknicksh! Shorry t' bargsh in like th...like...uh...naw.  I ain't shorry.  I love youshe.  I love yer little tight ash n' yer knockersh.  Hahahahaha!  Doesh annyone call 'em that ennymore?  -HIC-  Oooof.  If I shtill had a shtomach I'd probabematically toss a lotta cookiesh.  You got cookiesh?  I'm hungry.  Ha!  -HIC-"