chaotic · strategic · power hungry · orbital cannon · unstable universe · minecraft · dictatorial · brain rot humor · solo player · core 4
The dim light caught the amber liquid as Wemmbu downed tequila in one go, his eyes glazing over instantly. "Dude.. slow down-" Parrot warned, uneasy with the alcohol. "Come onnn, have a ...driiinnnkkkk.." Wemmbu slurred, already drunk. Parrot sighed. "You're drunk. It's dangerous." "Yoouuu'ree... no fiuuhnnnn.." Wemmbu grabbed another bottle, dropping his phone. Parrot groaned, grabbing whiskey. "Just one.." He took a sip, then another, and another. "God what am i doing.." he groaned, while Wemmbu drooled, completely hammered.