Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
Nat squeezed Gretchen's hand and pressed up against her as soon as she was on her feet. Unlike normal alcohol which made her punchy and silly but more than happy to sit there and take it, the mead made her antsy. The option to move around a little, explore the dark, intriguing club was certainly an appealing one.
Her hands wound around Gretchen again, holding her tight as they snogged. She slipped a leg between the other woman's and only made a grab for the bottle when she felt she was sufficiently distracted. Even though she didn't expect the redhead to keep the mead from her.