[She manages to grumble out a response as she nibbles at the saltines, sending a few crumbs flying. She's not in any state to get grumpy over Clarke's grin--if she even manages to notice it in the first place, staring moreso at the pills that the other girl shakes out. Before, she couldn't understand how anyone could ever drink so much to make a fool of themselves. Now, she can't understand how it could ever happen more than once, because like hell is she ever going through this torture again.
She squeezes her eyes shut to try and help her fuzzy memory. What was it again?]
Some...kind of sweet wine? I mean, it was good, but...
[And there was the problem--by the time she might've realized what was happening, she didn't care about it anymore.]
Ugh...I don't even really remember what I messaged you about.
yes please cozy sleepover, with or without trauma...
[She manages to grumble out a response as she nibbles at the saltines, sending a few crumbs flying. She's not in any state to get grumpy over Clarke's grin--if she even manages to notice it in the first place, staring moreso at the pills that the other girl shakes out. Before, she couldn't understand how anyone could ever drink so much to make a fool of themselves. Now, she can't understand how it could ever happen more than once, because like hell is she ever going through this torture again.
She squeezes her eyes shut to try and help her fuzzy memory. What was it again?]
Some...kind of sweet wine? I mean, it was good, but...
[And there was the problem--by the time she might've realized what was happening, she didn't care about it anymore.]
Ugh...I don't even really remember what I messaged you about.