Hi, it's a me! A Mario! Get out! Jeez, can't leave for two seconds. Fricken Mario. Anywho, hi, it's me, Lils. *Trigger Warning* There will be drunken stuff happening. There will also be uncensored cursing. If that will bother you or trigger you or otherwise disturb your mental health, please don't read this chapter. Read something else or wait for the next chapter. *End of trigger warning* So yeah, Colette's gonna be really drunk in this chapter, like, deadly drunk. Quick disclaimer, don't do drugs. It's bad for you. Ok, enjoy the story now.
*Melnya's P.O.V.*
What bar am I going to take Colette to? Maybe the really expensive- no she is not materialistic. Maybe the run-down one? It's not fancy, but the drinks are pretty good and Virgil is nice. Yeah, I'll take Colette to Virgil's. "Almost ready?"
"Yeah, but, um, do you think you could help me with my hair?" She doesn't know how to do her own hair? I guess she did leave pretty young.
"Of course I can! It is your special day." I'm going to personally make sure she has an amazing time today. I brush her hair, but in the middle of me brushing the brush got stuck in her hair. How? This brush has lasted me 30 years without breaking or getting stuck. I finally get it unstuck and I finish brushing her hair. "Okay, are you ready to go?"
"Sure, but how are we going to get there?"
"By teleporting, of course." I can't wait to take her to that dimension.
"Wait, it's in a different dimension?"
"Yup!" I teleport us right in front of THERAPEUTIC ALCOHOL.
*Colette's P.O.V.*
THERAPEUTIC ALCOHOL, huh? This building has a lot of Character... As Melnya and I walk in the bartender waves to Melnya. We walk up to the counter.
"Hey there! Who's the doll?" Who is this guy? And how dare he call me a doll?
"Careful what you call her, she's Princess Colette Cha of Candia." You really had to use my title?
"Oh my goodness!" He turns to me with fear in his eyes and he bows. Why is he so scared? "My greatest apologies, Your Highness!"
"Get up, there's no need to be so formal." He stands back up.
"Colette, you're a princess. You can't go around telling people to be informal with you." No.
"No, I'm not a princess anymore. What kind of princess goes on the run from her king? What kind of princess lives on an uncharted planet?" DON'T. Don't break down here.
"Colette, none of that matters. You are the daughter of a king and a queen."
"A king who has no right to call himself my father and a queen who got possessed."
"Fine, you feel however you feel. I can't stop you from telling people to be less formal, I can only express how I feel about it." She seems upset.
"Well, would you two like anything to drink?" Everyone's staring at us. I think I made things awkward.
"I'll have my usual, Virge." Melnya sits down. Melnya's a regular?
"I'm on it. And what would you like, Miss Cha?" I've never drunken before. What do I ask for?
"She just turned 21 today, she's never had anything before." Thank you, Melnya.
"Okay, Colette, do you want to do the alcohol tour?" What is that?
"Yes please." As Virge walks away I sit down. This should be fun.
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Colette
FantasyA story about a girl who was supposed to be second in line for the throne. But the damned demons couldn't let her be now could they? Why would they? She deserved this. She was sure of it.
