Ari/Wil/Aud/Quen/Open - 11:30 ish
As Wil shifted, Audrey kept hanging out the air ringing with her laughter. At this very moment she had decided to become his backpack, well, until her arms gave out or if she finally ever decided to wrap her legs around his waist to help hold herself up. Unfortunately for Will, Vivi had cut of her off from drinking so she would progressively get sober over the night until the alcohol wore off. But by the looks of her demeanor that could be a while. Ah, drinking games with Will, now those were fun.
Hearing the voice again, she looked down. It was the girl that had stumbled into her when she was sprinting her way to the Corsair. “You should be careful. If I was an angry drunk I’d punch you. But I’m not so I’m probably just going to pinch your cheek. You look so little. Look at you. Just a babe. Isn’t it past your curfew?” Of course, Audrey didn’t mean this in a rude manner, she was just speaking her mind. But obviously she had no control of her tone.
“Well, you should talk to Vivi about that whole drinking thing, because she told Kiernan to baby sit me and make sure I don’t steal any alcohol. Can you believe it? The night is so young and she’s already cut me off. I don’t get it, I’m not being destructive and starting bar fights.”