Post by Cold on Feb 28, 2013 19:28:43 GMT -5
[Sorry, busy week =P]
Cold smiled, dropping the mic on a near by table and pranced away from the grabbing hands, both of female and male, but each for different reasons. She was ecstatic and the alcohol was letting in her head. It was nice to just let go every now and again. She let her senses override her head and enhanced all her senses to heightened peaks, the light were bold, the fog machines more prominent in the purplish room. She wagged herself back to Al's side and stood close behind him, the females in the crowd overridden with jealousy, Cold relished it.
She laughed and stood over him with watchful blue eyes. "Your one of kind, my friend." She chuckled, sitting sideways and looking over his head into the crowd. She knew what time it was and also could feel the affects of being 'under the influence'. It beautiful, the world of the wasted, her vision was blurry and the lights spilled into one another in a pretty blend of colors and flashes. Being who and what she was, she knew very well she could sober up if she wished, but for this moment? She chose not to be...
Cold propped her head up on her knees, her chin perched on her palms and elbows. She wished it would last longer.
