Cuz I'm drunk? [She asks, her voice dramatically flatter-- but oh, there's blanket and water, and Farrah's easily distracted at this point. She takes a good chug of water, but not too much-- she really doesn't want to get sick here and now. She sets it aside, then flops down with the blankets around her shoulders, just barely avoiding knocking the water over.]
Buuuuut I have a pretty good excuse tonight, right? That was some fucked up shit!
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Buuuuut I have a pretty good excuse tonight, right? That was some fucked up shit!