#[ no... I don't wanna write more things about drunk and high indrid xD ]

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❛ so what,  you want me to carry you out like costner in the bodyguard ? ❜ Indrid/Edith

✧･ﾟ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 !

        This human body was weak. Indrid’s stamina was still higher than others but slowly, he fell victim to the substances he consumed tonight. Liquor being a crucial part of it but it was the mix that sent his blood rioting. It rushed through his head and created this comfortable feeling as if someone wrapped him in a giant load of cotton and rolled him down a hill. Numbness and dizziness. Gadzooks, what a joy.

        Meanwhile, Indrid hung between the wall and the bar counter in the very back of the club and radiated with silliness. ❛❛You look better in this light❜❜, he giggled up at Edith. ❛❛Probably bc it’s mostly dark but, daaaaaaamn, if ye carry me out like Costner it’s not gonna be embarrassing, at least!❜❜

         More or less. But he wouldn’t have to waste a thought on what others thought if they saw them together. Humans were embarrassing company. Not only by their weird looks but also because they just couldn’t behave how they should. Edith though - well, Edith was okay. She was more fun than the average. Shit, everything was spinning. He surely wasn’t able to walk straight outta here. Indrid chuckled again and reached up for Edith’s hands. ❛❛C’mon, make me the Whitney to ‘yer Costner! Or I’ll puke on your shoes.❜❜