Who: Dora and Proudfoot When: New Year's Eve Where: The Pub! What: Getting smashed together on New Years
A very shiny gold crown sat on top of Dora's head. It kept falling down when she took a drink and each time, Dora pushed it back on top of her head. The smart thing to do would be to take it off, but that was just silly. Really quite silly. As she took another shot of vodka, the crown fell over her eyes and Dora laughed.
"This bloody thing! I'm going to stick it on my head for good if it falls one more time!" Dora reached over to pick a bit of streamer out of Proudfoot's hair. "Why aren't you wearing a crown? I think you'd look dashing as a New Year King!"
They'd been drinking for hours now and Dora really couldn't recall just how many drinks she'd had. Four? Twenty? She did know that if she stood up she would fall flat on her arse for the entire pub to see.