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- Posted: Sat, 07 Jan 2012 01:56:22 +0000
Lina watched at Tyren exited the building with mild curiosity. She then glanced over and saw Lyra bolting down the mead like there was no tomorrow. "s**t! Lyra! Stop drinking! You are not old enough! How many have you had?" Lina looked at the scattered mugs on the table and glared at Clare for she knew she was the one supplying. "Damnit Clare. How many times do I have to tell you not to give her booze?"
"I feel a tingling in my fingers...I think its affecting me," Lyra murmured, staring at her hands in wonder.
"Fuuck," Lina muttered. "Get the little one drunk. And who has to take of her puking self later? Me. Well, ******** all of you." Lina was just about to continue her rant when she saw Tyren amble by with a man on her shoulder. "What the ********?" She took in the inviting glance from Tyren and sighed. "Well, my curiosity is piqued. Come on guys, lets go." She grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her up, but not in a mean way. "Come on, drunk a**."