Come dance with me

Voodoo carefully placed the wooden barrels across the small portion of forest. She had spent weeks fermenting this stuff, a soft humm in her voice. The barrels had been a perfect experiment for her. She had discovered how to make a pretty potent thing. Alchohol was something she had heard of and now had a habit of partaking in. That along with the cured plants of weed in which she was rather skilled at making. After already giving herself a dose she felt elated giggly and rather... well... lonely. She wanted to socialize share this with someone. After all this much booze would kill her why had she made so much anyway? Probably in her high manic state but she felt rather proud regardless.

Voodoo tilted her head, this was probably not a good idea but she had everything for a nice get together. Carefully she lifted herself up regal and dunked her head into a barrel. It stunk her nose as she pulled her head out again and gave a giddy howl. Calling those near the mangrove to join her. She didnt care for some reason she wanted the company of strangers and perhaps just a fun time. She giggled jumping around the clearing as she looked at her work. Tonight would be fun.