skye never asked for this (seismologic) wrote in witchinghour, |
"Compared to what I've been through? Yeah, simple." Skye was pretty sure that anything would be simple compared to the hell she'd been through in recent weeks. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it swirls." She chuckled lightly at her own lame attempt at humor.
She did indeed want drunk, very drunk would be best. Skye didn't care if it was smart or not, she wanted to dull her senses and forget who she was and what she'd lived through for just a few hours. She was already on her way to drunk, the remains of what she'd taken from the mini bar had seen to that before she'd left for the club.
"Sounds good, let's give it a try," Skye said as the blonde explained the drink to her. An alcohol content like that would soon see her on her way to blind drunk and that was what she wanted. "Don't worry, I'm not one to puke no matter how drunk I get." She didn't even register the comment about the woman's sister eating her face.
She took the glass and cautiously sniffed at the contents, it sure smelled strong. For a split second she considered if it was wise to drink something so potent without someone to help make sure she got back to where she was staying safely but she pushed that thought away and lifted the glass to her lips before knocking it back in one swift hit.
The liquid burned as it went down making her draw in a breath which just increased the burning. Her head swam for a second and she put the glass down. "Wow," she breathed out, "That is strong." She could already feel a heaviness in her limbs that told her a couple more shots like that and she'd be completely gone. "What do you call it?"