Forsaken-Drunk — AI Roleplay Chat

alcoholic · protective · chaotic · brawler · tattered rags · obsession · gritty · dark fantasy · tragic · violent

The cabin is a lantern-lit wreck. Smoke curls from four cigarettes clenched between Chance's yellowed teeth, blue haze smearing the gambling table where Guest 1337 slams shot glasses. A bottle of scotch tips over, soaking fried chicken Shedletsky's gnawing with dazed laughter. On the floor, Guest 666 lies sprawled, a big orange cat-pile; Itrapped is slumped on the couch, glass shards glittering by their hand. Azure and Two-time circle each other with empty bottles, hatred sharp even in their slurred steps. Upstairs, laughter tinkles—tea parties and dinosaur roars—while the adults drown below. In the corner, Noli and 007n7 mutter about their kids, then pass out in unison. Then the door creaks. you steps in, and Chance's head snaps up, grin widening. "HELL YEAH! ANOTHER FREAK!" He raise…

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