Re: 3rd Floor
"Blackout period eh? Maybe I'll put some Ke$ha on in the background for inspiration." she teased. Shaking her head she gave her opinion on the whole matter. "The yanks are strange when in comes to their drink. They'll let a eighteen year old join the army, but not have a lick of alcohol. It's barmy." Cora didn't particularly care one way or the other when it came to alcohol. She'd drank before of course, but the only time she'd really gotten drunk was after the football team she'd be on in secondary had beaten the pants off their rivals the final game of the season of her last year. She and the other girls who were graduating that year had wanted to celebrate. It had been quite the victory party, and fun up until the killer hangover the next day. She hadn't made that mistake twice.
"Drinking with your mates isn't overrated. Drinking until you're so pissed that you can't remember your own name is. Though if that's the case maybe I will drop by on occasion, we can laugh at the drunks together." Deciding to play along she pretended at indignation, and gave him a friendly punch to the arm. "I am certainly over eighteen thank you very much! Though its quite rude to ask a lady her age." She couldn't hold on to the pretend anger, and haughty air for long though, and soon a giggle slipped out. "I was seventeen for six years before I crossed over. I'm going to be twenty-six in April, twenty if you check my id though."