Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180215090838

(Doc, T) Kittycut walks straight as an arrow as she carries Tirush back to the mansion, blinking slowly from the drunkenness, but extremely careful with every step given her load.

Her long stride allows her to make it to her home in no time, and making her way upstairs is a walk she's made drunk more than once.

She kicks the door open, finally affording a wobble in her step as she shambles over and flops Tirush on Baku and their's large bed.

She sits, propping her back on the bed as she rubs her face, "Damn T, yer heavy as 'ell when yer dead weight, ya know that?"

She forces herself to crawl to the nearby frost chest, popping it open and chuckling, "Heh, ya know T. Sheba'n Sam r-really hit tha ol potion supply yesterday. Damn near drank'em *burrp* all while they was screwin each others' brains out, but they ain't use this!"

She pulls free a pair of bottles, filled with a glowing purple liquid, "Course they probably woulda hated it, but this is some potent stuff herr. Once I get ya ta drank yers, an I drank mines, you'll be up, an we'll be set."

She crawls back, groaning a bit when a bit of the gold coins from the pile she's passing slip under her knees. She slips, but makes it to the bed for bracing before she lifts herself up and pops off the cork of a bottle and prepairs to give some to Tirush, just enough to wake her so she can drink the rest in doses herself.