Who: Alison; OT Pietro or OTA? When: Saturday night (backdated) What: Alison comes home from a night of partying...drunk obviously. Rating: High?
Alison stumbled up the stairs, tossing blond hair behind her shoulders and shoving open the door to the mansion with a creak. It was a miracle she even remembered where home was or that way to get there. The mansion was silent and she slammed the door shut, wobbling on her legs as she attempted to walk across the hall now so long and twisted. How many drinks had she had? Five? Six? The singer didn't care, she just remembered having them shoved in her hands and downing more than her share with accompanying shouts. She giggled, falling to her knees in front of the stairs, top falling around her shoulders. Silly her. Laughing again, the blonde pulled herself up with the help of the banister and started up the stairs, foot never making the step and she stumbled back, landing on her butt with a thump.
"You have to stop moving..." She mumbled to the stair, trying to push herself up, but her slender limbs would not work right and in seconds she was right back down there again, looking up and laughing. "Fine, I'll sleep down here..." She pouted, laying back on the cold, hard floor and curling up.