that or the drugs. -- Club Alien

[a/n: Ugh. Don't even mention spanish to me right now. According to the college board, I'm more capable at Spanish than English. FML. At least my english teachers thought I was good at writing...? >.....< damn you AP exams.]

[[a/nII: sorry this is so delayed >-: don't eat me! I went up north for a bit and due to lack of connectivity forgot to inform you.]]

[[[a/nIII: it is a true sign of my anal-retentive nature that I must compartmentalize my author's notes like this. I wanted to ask if you had any ideas for where this thread is going to go? lmao. I was playing off of Tarry's paranoia but I'm running out of plot ideas...]]]

Tarot rolled her eyes, repeatedly kicking one heeled foot into the bar. Neither gesture wasn't meant as an expression of disparagement towards her companion- far from it. She was just getting a little fsking tired of the tinkerbell thing. Yeah. She was a fairy. A badass fairy. The kind of badass fairy that enjoys pushing buttons. In her mind- and in the mind of every other fairy relative she had- there wasn't anything better to do than brew up a fresh, steaming pot of trouble.

Sorry. She sighed, motioning to her face. It goes. I has-haff-HAVE no control when I'm drunk.

Of course she'd done something. Tarot rubbed at her temples, her fingers quickly snarling in the deep, blood-red strands of her hair. When was the last time she'd brushed her hair? She couldn't remember past the haze of vodka and tequila in her brain.

D'you have have a cat? She yawned, softly. They're quite fun. But... you know... sometimes... sometimes its just fun to poke at them. Until they... they snap. And then its YOWLHISSMIAU. And then it hurts.

Tarot took a deep breath, suddenly regretting bowing to her instinct to get smashingly drunk. Being sober would hurt less. I- I might have poked a vampire. One of his loyal companions. QUICK ASIDE-

Her voice rose in decibel level for a moment. Don't date important people. It bites you in the arse eventually.

But anyways. I poked him. A bit. And then he got growly. And.... now.... now I'm waiting for the SNAPS.