Post by RORY COLLINS on Sept 3, 2014 3:35:44 GMT
Rory was not drunk. She had alcohol on her breath, but she was not, in fact, to the disbelief of anyone else, drunk. She was maybe a little tipsy, but she had most of her senses about her. Just not enough to care about who's door this was. While Rory was not drunk, she was upset, and she did not have her keys, and therefore she was wishing she was drunk. She gave the door behind her another hard elbow. She also wished she was wearing something more sensible and that it was not two thirty in the morning. Well, you couldn't have everything.
She supposed she should call someone, but, well, eventually whoever's door this was would open up, right? Then Rory would be happy and bubbly and borrowing some clothes and everything would be okay. Yes, that was how this always worked.
She gave the door another elbow.
"I'm cold. Lemme iiiin," she whined.
She supposed she should call someone, but, well, eventually whoever's door this was would open up, right? Then Rory would be happy and bubbly and borrowing some clothes and everything would be okay. Yes, that was how this always worked.
She gave the door another elbow.
"I'm cold. Lemme iiiin," she whined.
