Drunken Debauchery

‘Ye are fucking awphul, ya know. Mowr than I’d ever tho-thought.’ She stuttered jumping down from her castle on the bed. The towel roll aka the double-edged sword that she was going to use in conquering the world was still clutched tightly in her hand.

I watched in bewilderment as the almighty climbed down no so graciously and marched up to me. Drunken fiery danced in her orbs when she glared at me with a snap under my nose.

‘Yer days are numbered. Ye’ stupid punk.’ She mused. I watched her eyes change shades from lighter shades to darker and darker. It rose goosebumps in my arms.

‘Ya…’ She hiccuped again, falling on my shoulder. As time went by her tone was catching the darker shade of slurries that were tentatively becoming more indecipherable. My constant ‘Ye-ye’ was getting on my nerves. Not gonna lie. If it were not for her cuteness and the fact that

With her antics, she was not helping much. How did she manage to pull my stunt off in as clingy as a mermaid costume dress? Don