Let The Rain {O, Drunk AGAIN} Wash Away

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    And I know it's hard when you're falling down
    And it's a long way up when you hit the ground
     Get up now, get up, get up now

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    Rouz had some more vodka stored away. She had hid it under a latch that weighed to much to be opened by kits, so that it would make the alcohol inaccessible to the younger members of the clan. She had been drinking it, wanting to take a load off from the stress of life. Of course, the spirit possessing her didn't agree with these decisions. Who knows what you might do once you've had enough of that vile stuff, Said the spirit, and Rouz would reply out loud in an extremely loud tone, У меня все под контролем! If Solar (the spirit) was not inside of Rouz, she would have no idea what Rouz was saying. But, she was inside of Rouz, so she understood it. The spirit stayed quiet after that.



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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width: 420px;][font=arial]"Ugh, Rouz. Not again, please. If I can last a pint or two, surely you can without breaking anything." Groaned Ashton as he approached the warrior who stank of alcohol. The serval wrinkled his nose; did he smell like that when he was jugging down the odd beer or two? It was.. gross.


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    [justify]And that my friend is why you should never drink. And that is why Vitalia doesn't drink anymore. The last thing she needed was to get drunk, pass out and wake up with a killer migraine headache, where your head wants to explode, and vomit when you are still drunk, not knowing up from down, left from right, stop from go, you get the point. "You drunk again Rouz?" she knew the answer already though




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    And it's a long way up when you hit the ground
     Get up now, get up, get up now

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    Rouz looked up at Ashton and slammed her bottle against the earth. "Заткнись," She hissed in a low voice, before looking at Vi. "Я не пьян! Почему вы думаете, что я пьян!" She shouted, making a yowling sound. Her tail swayed as her eyes flashed between the two.


    //Translations: "Shut up!" and "I'm not drunk! Why would you think I'm Drunk!" (Which was not said sarcastically)

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    [justify]Geez. She was drunk. "Uts sort of hard to deny it." she would say. Not like she knew what Rouz was saying, but she was able to pick up mabye two words. That Russian Speaking Class had come in handy for once! well anyways, she had no idea what Eouz said, but by her actions you could tell she denied it. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but... Your drunk."




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    [justify]This wasn't good. "Rouz, calm down," the leader said, resting his sandy-golden optics on the Russian blue with a worried expression.[/justify]

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    And it's a long way up when you hit the ground
     Get up now, get up, get up now

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    Rouz sighed, rubbing her brow with a fluffy paw. A groan left her maw. She finally realized that no one here could understand Russian, except for Vi, and she didn't understand much of it. What idiots. "Fine..." She grumbled in such a low voice parts of what she said was impossible to understand, "Drunk... What... Different sober," She turned around and lifted the hatch, grabbing another bottle of vodka and popping the top off, before messily pouring a small amount of it in a shot glass she had found.


    //If anyone has super senses, what Rous said was: "Fine, I'm drunk. So what? I'm no different sober."



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