Adora is basically drunk lol

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"You're never going to win."

The words rung in her ears. She was still, and the world was spinning. She was herself, and yet she wasn't. Those words had belong to none other than Catra, her childhood friend, the woman she loved, and had to leave behind.

She blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Finally, Adora's sight was good enough to see her.

"Win what?" Adora's words were heavily slurred, as if she downed a bottle of Vodka without rest.

"The rebellion" Catra replied, confused as to why Adora sounded as if she drank 10 shots of whiskey.

"What rebellion?" She asked, confused.

"The rebellion you're a part of!"

"OH THAT REBELLION!!!" She yelled, in a drunken surprise.

"Why are you yelling, what's wrong with you!"

"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm motherfucking SHE-RA!!!"

"I know that!! What's wrong with you right now, Adora!?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine!"

"You sound like you drank atleast a six pack, you obviously aren't fine," Catra paused, before paying more attention to Adora's breath "I don't smell any alcohol on you're breath."

"It's cuz I'm not drunk, like how I'm not straight"

"What?" After Catra asked this, Adora kissed Catra, startling her in the process.

"I love you, Catra." Adora said before she passed out.

"WHAT THE HELL ADORA YOU CAN'T JUST PASS OUT ON ME AFTER SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!!"

Adora was still passed out, with a VERY confused and pissed off Catra.
So what else could the girl do in gay panic? Shake the woman of her dreams around, in a sad attempt to wake her up. Adora continued to sleep, and Catra sighed as she picked her up, and walked back to the base.

"Love you too..."

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⏰ Last updated: May 16, 2019 ⏰

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