WeepingWisteria

"Booze and glowsticks is a good start. The night is young but old enough to drink!"

“What do you know about it? Like what’s the setup?”

Irene picked up her win glass, made sure her pendant was on her, and followed Sophie out.

"I mean, I'm down if you're done. It's late and I'm not drunk enough to sleep. Let's get to it."

Irene stumbled in through the door. "Party? Did someone say party?"

Echo looked up from a flower pot fae was filling with soil. "Party? With... people? No thanks."

"We just had a little accident which turned into a big noise and you woke up. Oops!" Irene downed the rest of her glass. "How much have you drank?" Big ...

Irene lazily picked up her wine glass as if she didn’t just almost launch through the ceiling. “We didn’t… want to wake you.” She took a loud sip.

“I don’t know. We should ask her.” She kneeled in front of La’Cabuf. “Did he do something to insult you?”

“She does not like her new roommate.” Irene drunkingly swatted the rubber duck with her foot. “What did you do to the Lady?”

Irene giggled louder. “Oops.” She helped Sophie to her feet. “Where’s La’Cabuf?”

Irene stumbled through the open window. Her clothes were tattered and bloodstained, several sticks tangled in her hair. Her wine glass was full of champagne, bubbles softly popping. She giggled ...

Idris rubbed her hands over the freshly waxed banister. It felt much nicer now, with no splinters or sea roughness. It would be much more comfortable to hold on during ...

Ron was born knowing that the title of Air Master was destined to be his. It was a Harrison Bush legacy. A torch passed from father to son. The only ...

"Do you have the materials for that?"