"Lesso you're drunk!" Clarissa said sharply, struggling to support the Evil Dean's body weight as she teeters precariously down the musty corridor to Lesso's office.
Before Dovey can blink, she finds herself backed up against the cold stone wall and Lesso's face leering down at her. Acrid breath wafts into her nose. Stunned at how quickly she could move while drunk, all the Good Dean could do was gape up at her friend.
"That'sh all it takes to shu-ut you up then, huh? Close quarters?" Lesso laughs, slurring her words. "I'm sh-shtill sober enough to kill you, darling, so don't pussshhhh your luck." Launching herself off the wall, Lesso stumbles to her room, tripping on the threadbare Moroccan rug covering the floor.
The office door slams shut. Moments later, heavy sounds of retching come from within. Sighing, Dovey straightens herself up and follows the Dean for Evil in.
