Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-25924729-20160125024308

She barked a loud, harsh laugh at Amilanthior, taking the joke in good humour. "What the hell are beer fumes? You're making that up!" He did have a point though, being around a constant drunk like her wasn't for the faint of heart.

She stood against a wall with a large hammer, grunting as she nailed her trophy into the plaster. When she was done, Dawn stood back and admired the Eddie tail on a rack proudly.

Now she turned towards the beds and inspected the cramped top bunk. "Yeah... i ain't gonna fit up there."

Instead, she tossed her boots against a far wall, pulled out her hammer again and nailed a long shelf into the wall beside the bottom bunk, lining it with assorted bottles of vodka, whiskey and every other drink in existence.

Satisfied, she flopped onto the bed, head resting on arms, legs crossed. "Ahhh.... heaven on earth." she moaned, "Now, what's this i hear about going clubbing?"

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She weaved through the nightclub nervously, overwhelmed by loud EDM, flaring disco lights and the crowd. Zhu-li cradled two glasses of drink in her hands, being careful not to spill any of it.

A series of loud hoots nearby marked a table where Dawn was progressively crushing every male in an arm wrestling / drinking game. Kinaver was missing, probably still in the building, but lost in the crowd.

She skirted the edge of the crowd towards a distant table, and took a seat opposite Amilanthior. "Hi." she greeted cheerfully. "I uh, never really got to thank you for...."

''Where could she begin? The axe incident? The cinnamon tea last night? Saving her from Eddie? Jeez, she was starting to owe this guy a lot of favours.''

"Everything." she decided. "So uh... here. My treat." she pushed a glass of mild cocktail towards him, and sipped her own.