Bring on the tequila~

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Well, Angela hadn't exactly planned to be back on the Plane already, but things change. What she thought would just be a simple night out with her good ol' buddy Hawk has turned into a heated competition-- though in reality she should have seen this coming, given their history. Thus, the Plane has been graced with Angela's presence once more, as well as that of three empty glass mugs, four full glass mugs, and one in the middle, which currently Angela is attempting to drain. Anyone within close proximity will notice a strong, sweet smell of apples, and an underlying telltale scent of alcohol. Angela herself is under the influence of at least those three empty mugs' worth, possibly more.]

[ The fact that she wound up on the floor of the Plane rather than at the bar is a blessing in of itself, because as she finishes her fourth mug, she tips back a bit too far and loses her balance. She winds up spread eagle on the floor, the mug rolling away from one hand. A pause as she stares up at the stars in wonder, then she starts to giggle uncontrollably. ]


( Due to frisky muses, there's a bit of adult stuff going on here-- no porn, you weirdos-- so be advised before you read~! )