Dottie - Anything Goes She snorted at the
adorable comment. Nobody ever called Dottie
adorable, but gave up her bottle of booze regardless, and with a smile still playing along her lips, eyes slightly unfocused. "Yes, well,
someone made me feel like I might be wanted. Or," She said, turning her face so that her words could tickle against the skin at Sonja's neck.
"Maybe it was just my alcohol that was needed, hm?" She teased, and gave up the bottle without a fuss, arm dropping back down to her side.
Sighing, she shifted to sit more upright, lifting her head from Sonja's shoulder. "Really?" She shifted a little more to allow for the arm to be draped around her, and took a look around at the faces, most of which were more familiar to her by now.
She snorted again. "Lame. This party is ********
lame. I should have just invited you to my room instead, we could've had some fun." She grinned, a wicked thing, but then turned her attention towards where Sonja was pointing, and rolled her eyes.
"Cuz Nash sure can't get any action without our help, I'm sure." She said, and squinted at the boy some more. "He looks kinda youngish. He isn't one of those weird teens that used to be an adult, is he?"
Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the woman beside her, and made a grabby hand for the bottle. "So, what was with the message you left me? Some kinda prank or what?"
She was sort of hoping for it to be more of an
or what.