I don't think there's an easy answer to that question. An'... I don't think I'm in much of a state to think about that right now.
[The urge is there, but the alcohol is clearing up a bit; the somberness of the conversation, the throbbing in her foot, her general metabolism, all of it is combining to start to sober her up a bit, but she isn't there yet, by far.
Then, the grip becomes almost painfully tight, and she, in all her drunken genius, decides to stand, despite the fact she's drunk and on one and a half functional feet.
It's okay, her goal is to just kind of flop them both over onto the bed, though. Flop them over, roll over a bit, and pin Ashe there. Not for anything untoward; not even a little bit. All she does is close her eyes, and lightly bump her forehead to the other woman's.] Maybe just rest for now.
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[The urge is there, but the alcohol is clearing up a bit; the somberness of the conversation, the throbbing in her foot, her general metabolism, all of it is combining to start to sober her up a bit, but she isn't there yet, by far.
Then, the grip becomes almost painfully tight, and she, in all her drunken genius, decides to stand, despite the fact she's drunk and on one and a half functional feet.
It's okay, her goal is to just kind of flop them both over onto the bed, though. Flop them over, roll over a bit, and pin Ashe there. Not for anything untoward; not even a little bit. All she does is close her eyes, and lightly bump her forehead to the other woman's.] Maybe just rest for now.