Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180129081857

(Hound) Aua flattens her ears, blushing and rubbing the back of her head, "My body is an illusion Markie, and I'm not as good as simulating natural reactions as Kittycut. As for the potency of the drink...I'm sure I'll be...hittina..."

Her eyes glaze, the amount of drink taking effect fast, "Whawazz I talkin bout handsum?" Aua asks as she grabs Marcus' shirt, pulling herself close, though it's obvious she half does this because her knees are growing wobbly by the second.

Sheba sighs from the opposite end of the table, looking to Samia. Samia can see the blush on the Sphinx's cheeks, but her words are clear, a show of her resistance built form life with Baku, "Yeah, Martha usually cycles between being amazingly lucky and being incapable when she's drunk. I guess we hit her on a Lucky day, but at least we're still in the lead."