Roof, late Friday night, as the party in the stairwell winds down

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had slipped away from the "we're bored" party a little while after talking to Chad to hunt down her bottle of fine, Trinidadian rum that she kept under her bed.

Said bottle had not been open when she grabbed it.

It was now below half-mast.

As such, Nadia was now standing on the corner of the roof, both arms stretched out with the bottle clutched in one hand, yelling random Spanish words at the sky.

[ooc: drunk girl on the roof! This means that the roof is open!]

Comments

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Brave? How is it brave?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Admitting you need help, like that."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I don't need help," Cally said. "I was going to offer expertise..."

[nadiathesaint]

"But you said Mac always took off the bras."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"No I didn't," Cally said. "We've both done our fair share, and usually we just sort do the other's, cause it works like that. I mean, it's not like I write in my journal every time it happens or nothing."