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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

When Rose had pulled out the țuică for Susan this afternoon, it had been with the intention of her having a single shot – two at most – two calm down enough to actually make sense. Of course, with the red wine, the shots had just sort of… followed on their own, and the two of them had ended up finishing off that bottle of red that Rose had opened, finished most of a second and made quite an impact on the pretty bottle with the pear and the homebrewed brandy.

So when Susan had left, Rose had taken a cool shower and then taken a nap – complete with a hangover potion on the nightstand – so she could be at least relatively sober for Susan’s dinner party. The problem was, that Rose wasn’t hungover when she woke up; he was still drunk. Not drunk-drunk, but enough to make her giggle at the empty bottles on her coffee table.

Still, she braved her high-heeled knee-high boots and the black leather skirt with the dark maroon, fitted and low-cut shirt, and made her way to Susan’s. She paused a moment outside the door, knowing that she could just walk in, but on the other hand, Susan had guests in there, and should at least have a head-up that Rose hadn’t completely sobered up from their talk this afternoon. With that thought in mind, Rose bit her lips to keep from giggling and knocked on the door, cleared her throat and promised herself that she could do this without saying too much.