illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
lost in stereo [o]
POSTED ON Aug 20, 2020 2:36:55 GMT
[attr="class","illeana"] [attr="class","illeana b"] [attr="class","illeana i"] "well, you have a point there." twenty two, almost twenty three, and barely experiencing all that life has to offer. a little sad, really, but no time like the present? she sees it as an experiment, trial and error until she finds what she enjoys. maybe it'll be drinking and maybe dancing or maybe nothing more than letting loose for once. and wouldn't that be a sight to see? the clinking of glasses tries to echo in her ears but it becomes white noise to music. funny, it sounds better the longer she sits here, the longer she entertains him. "oh, that won't be too many, then." if there's one thing she doesn't have, it's a tolerance for alcohol. her cheeks flush a little deeper, his comment hitting a mild nerve. she's quick to lay his comment to rest, to refute it with a wave of a hand. "no, i'm not that lame." she is but at least she's familiar with drinking. his kind of drinking is different than stormy's, however. where stormy and her share wine, he seems more of a down the hatch and go kind of man. funny enough, she's not complaining when he divides the shots between them. a science to it. that earns another laugh, as if everything can be stripped down to scientific fact alone. this is no different, as he begins to explain. she stays quiet, watching while he gestures for easier absorbing of the materials he's presenting. it isn't until his final bit of knowledge on the matter that she chooses to speak up. "so," she drawls, slowly reaching for her shot. "basically drink enough to be fun but not enough to be messy?" she puts it into simpler terms than she should but the point is still relatively the same. there's a pause, almost like consideration where she glances down at the drink in her hand. and then, she smiles before knocking this one back in a similar manner to the first. somehow, it's a little better than the tequila. by now, she's at least comfortable enough to move, slightly swaying to whatever beat happens to be playing.
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