( Hazily, Sarissa pulls herself up to sit, maybe a quarter of a bottle of whiskey left, that she uses as a crutch to push herself up. She’s wearing jeans, a tank, and is barefoot. Her brow furrows as she looks at Miriam, blinking a couple times. )
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )
action > should I set up a log, bruh?
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )