It was late at night, the party was raging and Rosalie was already so many drinks down she had already lost count. This was all taking place not too long before she an Riker would become official, and, since Riker had gone missing that night she hadn't much of an idea of where >
@APlayfulHunter Rosalie didn't waste any time downing her first shot, and she was going to make sure that Forte matched her for every drink. She licked her lips as the burning sensation ticked at her throat, and let out a soft sigh of delight. This stuff was the best way to forget everything, >
@APlayfulHunter < We should go do some shots. How about some cinnamon whiskey hey?" She smiled smugly. If anyone could drink in ungodly amounts, it was her. Besides, it was good practice for chugging potions and antidotes.
She had absolutely no idea yet that Riker had feelings for her, and >
< to turn.
At some point, she eventually found her friend @APlayfulHunter somewhere around the canteen and plonked herself down on a seat beside her, partially spilling some of the alcohol from her mug.
"Fooorteeee, hast du Riker gesehen? Ah, I mean, have you seen Riker?"
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@APlayfulHunter @RottenSohn // Can we just assume they are already friends but not best friends yet because that makes starting things a whole lot easier