talia [catradora]

part eight

but four drinks i'm wasted

catra knocked back the shot, glaring across the table at lonnie.

lonnie's fingers shook, and she yawned, and then she took another drink and placed the glass down.

catra's head felt fuzzy - the last time she drank alcohol was when adora and she started dating, and as she watched, lonnie's face turned to adora's and her laugh rang in catra's ears.

bow grabbed catra's shoulder. "catra..." he murmured. "it's not her."

"it looks like her..." she yawned.

"it's not." he said it firmly, but she could hear an edge of worry in his voice as catra gathered her bearings and took another shot.

lonnie's head drooped, and she started to snore.

catra won, but she felt numb. she focused on lonnie's engagement ring, the gift catra never gave.

scorpia bent down and collected her wife, then left, shooting catra a worried look.

"bow," catra purred, reaching for her friend. bow helped her up without question, slinging her across his shoulder like a sack of flour. "heeeeyyyy, adora!"