[She grins like there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be--and if you ask Roxy, she’d probably say as much. Drinking down her victory, eating spicy-hot hashbrowns she didn’t pay for, and with her new friend. What more could she want? She raises her plastic cup.]
A toast. To the best. [Her voice slurs, buzzes--bezzzzzt.]
[She clinks--though it’s more of a thud, really--and knocks the rest of her drink back.]
Uh. Think I’m good? Idk, it’s like, like I can eat more, but I can’t really care about what.
no subject
A toast. To the best. [Her voice slurs, buzzes--bezzzzzt.]
[She clinks--though it’s more of a thud, really--and knocks the rest of her drink back.]
Uh. Think I’m good? Idk, it’s like, like I can eat more, but I can’t really care about what.