Washed Out in the Mind of Me

He teased her, a gleam of mischief in his gaze. Oh boy. She was in trouble, wasn’t she? In more ways than one. He would go on to say that she should eat her morsel of bear, otherwise be sick after the alcohol. Okay… He certainly knew better in this particular subject.. She reached down, taking the meat into her jaws and chewed briefly- swallowing and grinning up at him. “Happy?”

Surprisingly, Aresenn began to share his very first experience with spirits. She was rather amazed to hear that he’d had a whole party to celebrate his birth. That was something she couldn’t even conceive. But she was excited hearing about his past regardless. Her eyes shifted to him in complete focus, intent on committing the details he shared to memory. He spoke of various shenanigans they had partaken of, to which she offered a chuckle of amusement and an ever more relaxed posture.

Absinth met his gaze, feeling rather.. bold. She smirked in exchange, speaking softer than her usual tone. “Year old Aresenn, I’d give my left foot to see that pup drunk!” She snickered, casting him a mocking look. She was already feeling the effects of her swig- her eyes a bit more unfocused; her body oddly not her own. All the fault of being a virgin drinker. “Huh, wait- what season is it?” Brows furrowed, wondering if she’d missed her own birth date. That was what she’d forgotten! Well, it seemed as though one birthday was going to be celebrated with liquor.

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