Post by MAIYA THOMPSON on Aug 20, 2011 19:31:47 GMT -4
E SAW MINNY BRIDES SETEN ON A TREE
| [atrb=cellspacing,2,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #E5E5E5; box-shadow: 2px 2px 9px #000000 height: 355px; width: 500px, btable][atrb=style, background:url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/yesorno.png); width: 288px;] | [atrb=style, width: 218px; height: 355px;] The girl hummed to herself as she swayed side to side in her seat. She had commandeered the bench not too long ago though to her it sure seemed like it had been hours. She liked the feel of the cool metal against her skin though so she didn't mind. Though she didn't mind a lot of things while she was in this drunken stupor of her's. She was however rather sensitive to rejection when like this it seemed, however setting that stool on fire not even an hour ago for have rejected her flirtatious attempts at taking it home for the night had been satisfying. Then again, setting anything on fire was typically satisfying for her. Fire in general was a wonderful thing in her eyes and if the chance arose she would gladly watch it all day and night. She enjoyed watching the flames dance side to side much like she now swayed on the bench. "Omnesh gentesh plaudite!" she sang drunkenly to herself as mid sway she brought the bottle located in her left hand to her lips. She had just barely managed to sneak out with that one last drink in hand. She had given the bartender orders not to let her have more than one bottle however those were foiled once she decided to steal it by hopping the counter if he wouldn't give it to her. She probably shouldn't have walked into that bar after having already been booted from another for having had her two drink maximum there. Too many drinks in one sitting for sure. The girl was drunk, she didn't hold her liquor that well after all. It wasn't her it worked so quick on her though! "Omnesh gentesh plaudite! Omnesh gentesh plaudite! Omnesh gentesh plaudite!" She continued the line again and again forgetting that something might come after it. She ignored the odd looks and the obvious disapproval on the faces of passerby. Rather she began to sing a little louder growing a bit more obnoxious before the face on one particular passerby made her laugh and giggled to the point she couldn't sing any longer. Remnants of the laughter stuck around as she leaned he head against the back of the bench and closed her eyes with a content hum. At least she seemed in a fairly good mood tonight if nothing else. | WORDS: 394 TAGS: red LYRICS: omnes gentes plaudite (the drinking song) mediaeval baebes EXTRA: it up and you got the short end. Have fun with drunk mai, try not to get set on fire. |
HE TOKEN HER FLIGHT AND FLOWEN AWAY
