Castor is sitting by herself in a corner, slowly nursing a glass of something or other. Benny the moogle is perched on the table beside her, also sipping at whatever it is that Moogles drink. As she's been for the last few days, Castor is...not brooding, but nevertheless pensive.
The memory had been. Intense. She stares at her empty drink before standing abruptly. "Gettin' another one. Ye want somethin?"
"I'm okay for now, Kupo...but maybe slow down?"
"Nah. Slow gets ye killed."
10 PM
Castor is. Drunk? A bit? Her mood has improved at any rate and she's enthusiastically engaging in whatever's going on. Sing along? Hell yeah she's joining in! Dancing? You bet she dances like a white girl. She seems ready and willing to yammer away at you about anything at all...except what brough her here in the first place.
......late.
Well she hasn't fallen over yet but she's certainly close. Abandon all hope ye who thread here.
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Castor is sitting by herself in a corner, slowly nursing a glass of something or other. Benny the moogle is perched on the table beside her, also sipping at whatever it is that Moogles drink. As she's been for the last few days, Castor is...not brooding, but nevertheless pensive.
The memory had been. Intense. She stares at her empty drink before standing abruptly. "Gettin' another one. Ye want somethin?"
"I'm okay for now, Kupo...but maybe slow down?"
"Nah. Slow gets ye killed."
10 PM
Castor is. Drunk? A bit? Her mood has improved at any rate and she's enthusiastically engaging in whatever's going on. Sing along? Hell yeah she's joining in! Dancing? You bet she dances like a white girl. She seems ready and willing to yammer away at you about anything at all...except what brough her here in the first place.
......late.
Well she hasn't fallen over yet but she's certainly close. Abandon all hope ye who thread here.
BARFIIIIIGHT
Fuck it. She probably started it.