Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
Natalie laughed warmly but made a show of wincing and pressing her hand to her face. "Or more like six or seven," she bemoaned, recalling the hangover that had plagued her all day. Beer was much more her speed. She pressed back against Gretch's foot and rubbed her leg against the other woman's grinning to show that while she might have hit her limit she wasn't broken up about it. "Training after that is no easy task," she said, glancing at Trevor to make sure he was looking the other way when she winked. "I'm proper sore."