Post by vict411 on Feb 7, 2008 17:52:09 GMT -5
Helena looked around her eyes glazed. Helena normallt wasn't drunk, she never really like it. She was wearing a black halter top and some dark jeans. Her black sandals kept falling off, or was that her imagination? She couldn't really hear or understand anything. She tipped her head up and looked around, black splotches everywhere, if only her mother could see her now. She smiled a bit, and thought of what she would do. She started to yell out random things: "Ollie! James!!! I need a flashlight!" She was a tipsy drunk. People liked to mess with her when she was, they could get entertainment for a bit. Try and see her sing...oh no. She got up and tried to walk landing face first on the floor. Looked like she wasn't going nowhere no time soon...