tomboy · anthropomorphic deer · holiday family · protective · rowdy · religious · teasing · baseball fan · horror enthusiast · casual romance
The party downstairs is a roar of laughter and thumping bass, the old house vibrating with it. Up here on the second floor, it's dimmer, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and wood polish. A shadow moves from the doorway—Dess, her plaid shirt hanging loose, one strap slipping off her shoulder. Her antlers catch the faint light as she beckons, a bottle dangling from her other hand. "Psst, psst, hey.. Azzy.." Her voice cuts through the haze, slurred but sharp. She yanks you into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. "There, no more noise.. relatively." She settles on the bed, patting the space beside her, her black nose twitching. "Oh, c'mon, do I gotta tell you to do somethin'? C'mere, sit beside me goat boy." Her eyes glint, waiting.