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Posted by thorn on Dec 30, 2006 10:35:56 GMT -6
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A slender figure stumbled out of a bar and down the street. It was Thorn, and she was slightly drunk, again. Yes, it does take her a while to get drunk and she was not quite drunk...yet. However, she was drunk enough to loose her balance quite often and stumble, but not drunk enough to be dumb are pounce on the nearest guy around.
She chuckled as she moved down the alley and onto the main street, her words were slightly slurred and she was happy. This was the best thing for her to do when she was feeling, even by one percent, a little low. Drink. Drink. Drink. And drink some more. Thorn had trained herself how to do simplistic things, such as walk in a straight line or touch her fingers to her nose. Even though this was old school, it kept the cops at least low on their suspicion. Then again, she did not have a car so why would the cops be on her case? Other than if they recognized her from the wanted list. But who looks at those anyways?
As she moved down the alley, she began to make her way back to the Sanctuary, slowly, and with a great attitude. Her footsteps were uneven and she swayed back and forth. Quite tempting for someone that did not wish her well. A young, beautiful woman dressed in a white corset, white pants and a black undershirt. She liked the bland black and white colors and she loved her corsets, best outfits there were, in her opinion, of course. So she continued to stumble her way to her, as she might call it now, 'home', but that might be a stretch.
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