[She survived under the natural assumption that anything she said or did ran about a forty-sixty chance of leaving someone offended. For a person who tries to abide well by her own morals, she does a surprisingly great job of stepping on toes and bumbling about as if guided by nothing at all. Thank goodness, really, that she seems to attract just the sort of blend of ruffian-scholars who can help teach her the ropes. The ropes of not screaming out people's sexual histories when you glance them from across a room.
The ropes of how to tell good stories, also. She didn't forget. Especially not with him pushing her. She flops, with a bit of a spin even, down onto the couch. The couch that crinkles and squeaks out protest and sends curious fingers pressing on its edges.]
I'm down! You're upside down. [Well, from her perspective anyway.
Does booze always take a few years off your current age, is that how it works?]
(I WAS WORRIED ABOUT REQUESTING A REPLY AND NOW I REGRET NOTHING. EXCEPT I REGRET EVERYTHING.)
The ropes of how to tell good stories, also. She didn't forget. Especially not with him pushing her. She flops, with a bit of a spin even, down onto the couch. The couch that crinkles and squeaks out protest and sends curious fingers pressing on its edges.]
I'm down! You're upside down. [Well, from her perspective anyway.
Does booze always take a few years off your current age, is that how it works?]