Characters: Rogue OT Anyone Setting: New York; A little after midnight on New Years Eve (Backdated) Content: Southern drunk girl, possible swearing and mistakes Summary: Rogue goes out to celebrate the New Year and walks home.
"And that is why ah' don' drink. Can' handle alcohol well, ya kno?"
The southern woman giggled and pushed herself up from the bar stool, pulling down her tight black shirt and waving off the offer of another drink from the bartender. Rogue was pretty plastered by this point and the last thing she needed was another tonic and gin even if it was free for the "pretty southern belle", "Ah' must take my leave gentlemen, but thank ya for a good evenin' ", she slipped her arms into the sleeves of her jacket, laughing loudly as she missed the hole and had to try again. "Ah'm drunk alright", she giggled to herself, finally managing to pull the jacket on and tuck her hands away in the pockets, "All the more reason for me to go".
Knowing well that she could never take her alcohol well, the brunette had stopped in to the bar anyway and drank herself silly for a good hour before New Years rang in. When the clock struck midnight, she downed her last shot-on the house of course- and began to take her leave. It was now close to one a.m. in the morning and she was finally leaving and making her way back to the small apartment down the street. Pulling her green hood over her head, the mutant headed out into the cold night, breath like smoke, and pulled her jacket closer around her. Damn it was cold or she was getting sober, either way, Rogue picked up her pace.
Hitting the corner, she stepped off the curb and right on to a thin sheet of nearly invisible ice. Drunk as a skunk, the brunette stumbled forward and fell on her lovely ass on the cold concrete. "Ouch..." she said and rubbed her back side gingerly. It was going to be a long night.