Drunken Scot

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  Downing a quarter of the whiskey in her hand, Rowena let out a satisfied sigh after taking a large gulp. Her cheeks had a light crimson dusting them, her lips spread out into a wide smirk. She sat atop a table with her legs crossed, which was uncommon to see her in that position, a whiskey bottle in her left hand while her right elbow was propped up on her knee.

  She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her blush seeming to get a bit darker. Her smirk grew as well, but not as bad as her blush. "I haven't had such a GoOd time drinkin' since them StUpId Allies lost~.." She seemed a little too pleased at the fact that she was getting wasted a bit quicker than usual.

  Rowena then hiccuped, covering her mouth a bit. "Sorry 'bout that. I guess THIS brand is stro- hic! -nger than what I usually get.." Her lips let a small chuckle escape before she grinned again.

  "Hey, 2p_Italy_Luciano~.." she purred. Her voice held an alluring tone as her finger beckoned him over. "Why don'cha come over, huh~? I could -hic!- give ya a show, if ye want that is~~." Her tongue darted to the corner of her mouth, her body edging forward a bit.

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