✧ If she was being entirely honest, Nadine was mostly drunk and a little lost. The sand felt weird on her paw pads and was sclinging to her pelt. A headache was slowly creeping its way across her skull and towards her eyes, her throat burnt from dehydration and alcohol, and the metallic scent of blood was filling her nose and making her head swim more than the heat was. It smelt like every bad date and good party she had ever been on, but lurking beneath those memories was a deeper sense of nostalgia. What was it that Vivi always went on about when they could barely groom themselves? A clan of blood? Bloodclan?
There was only harm in not asking. "Vi! VIVI! Violetttttttttt. If you're here, I love you girl. Your sis misses you!" Incarnadine called out as she sauntered closer to the scent, noticing now how much it smelt like a group of people intermingled with blood. What she had said was mostly true, of course - Violet (and siblings) had been missing from her since they flew the coup as kids. She didn't really miss them, though, because that would be totally not fun, and Nadine was fun, dammit. Was she nursing some kind of illicit substance whenever she felt that loneliness kicking in? Yes. Was she still the life of the party and the one to beat in a fist-fight? Double yes.
The serval giggled at the thought, covering her maw when it devolved into hiccups. She sure hoped someone was around to appreciate her as much as she did.