Making poor choices like it's my job (It might be)

It probably wasn't a great idea to just go wandering off in her state but Flurry was used to acting on her not so great decisions at this point. Besides she wasn't blackout but she certainly wasn't stable either. In fact she'd struggled to stay on her paws long enough to get off the beach and into the gulley. By the time she was stumbling down the sloped ground it was more luck than anything she didn't fall over and roll down. Not that she didn't fall eventually but it was just on more even ground. Flurry lay in the slowly browning grass, some of the flowers were still in full bloom. Flurry really wished the world would stop spinning. She'd probably been drinking too much as of late but Flurry wasn't really sure what else to do with herself.

Except get out for a bit, it was boring to constantly hole herself up in her room, even with the near constant drinking. At least out here, with the evening starting to colour the sky she could watch the stars and the aurora that had decided to paint the sky this year. They were pretty. Flurry liked pretty.

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