Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180205154427

(BT/S9/Drunks) Tirush smiles goofily at Kittucut. "Oh, we're going to have fun? That shoumdsh like fffun.  Hnn...good.  I need fun.  I need my Danthsglpbth..." She wipes a rivulet of drool from her mouth with the back of a huge, scaly hand, her wing inadvertently raking a table clear of its trays as she moves her arm up. She then throws her arm around Jorge, and as shebpresses against him he's treated to her sweet, musky scent, heaviky tained with alcohol.

Propped up by Jorge, she manages to stagger along, still balancing her food and holding her drink. She leans on Jorge a great deal more than she thinks, weighing him down with her muscular bulk.

They don't have to go far before they see Thomas at a distant buffet table. He's holding a plate of appetizers and taking a small bite of a chicken wing.

"DAAAAANTHEEEEE!" Tirush roars, throwing her arms up, tossing her plate of steaks into the air like confetti. She lets go of Jorge and begins barreling towards Thomas. Startled guests yelp and leap out of the way, others aren't so fortunate as they are knocked aside.

Thomas jumps and looks up, startled. His eyes bug out of his head as he sees his huge, drunken wife bearing down on him like a force of nature...