Re: Ilsa, Fen & (Open?) - games 3pm
There was a low chuckle, one that stayed in her throat, at Ilsa's admission of being used to playing this drunk. The other woman had likely played this game far more than Fen ever had. The bruiser's inexperience would unfortunately show through. The underhanded throw clearly wasn't the way to go as the beanbag bounced off the board and to the ground carelessly.
"Back to you." Drinks didn't have the same impact on her as others and honestly, Fen had always been more of a beer sort. Which that shit was basically never going to get her drunk even if she tried.