Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150726225807/@comment-27226023-20150731012327

"The winner of what?" Calli fumed. Page didn't here her inquire though as she just randomly disappeared into the night with Scythe in tow.

"Shit..." she cursed as she stalked back into the den. She didnt' say anything to the other occupants there, she just needed a drink. Now.

Calli pulled one of the bottles of whiskey in the fridge. Not bothering to open it traditonally she slammed it down over a rock, the glass screaming as it shattered near the mouth of the bottle so only jagged apexes were in its place.

Calli then tilted her head back, allowing a fountain of the amber liquid to flow down her throat. She relished its burn as she emptied the entire thing in one go.

Then she walked over to the couch were Ember and Quinn were, plopping down between them not phased by the excessive high alcohol content she had just consumed with a sailor's skill.