Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20170101183932

As if it were a clandestined event, the liquor perfectly hurdles towards Eva. She opens her mouth and bellows a long "nooooooooOOOOOOO" and is silenced as the liquor perfectly flies down her throat. Eva grabs hold of her throat as the savage burn of alcohol returns. With a few coughs and a few hacks, Eva's face is turning more and more red by the shot. Her words are running together, her forms of etiquette failing and her vision blurring. After another hour, all is lost.

"H-hay lay Cyndwin.... how mush in de um, bottle yet?" Says swaying back and forth.