narcissisticnugget
your local weeb™
Albright got up, walking over to one of the cabinets in the room. It was higher up, mostly so Chelsea couldn’t reach it on a daily basis. They didn’t have too much alcohol because neither of them constantly felt the need for it. “We have tequila, whiskey...” he pulled down the two bottles. “Yeah. We have others, but I don’t know the last time they were used.” he shut the cabinet, grabbing shot glasses and placing them on the coffee table. “So if you want something else, you’ll need to get it yourself.” He sat back down, finishing his selection quickly. Chelsea had tried to make the most aesthetically pleasing kart that still had the best stats, so she was still finishing hers up. Once she was done, she leaned back against the couch, still sitting on the floor, which she hadn’t moved from.Bright thought rationally for a moment. In which, rationality had already left her the moment she decided to drink alcohol. She shrugged and nodded. "Sure, why not. It'd probably mask up the shame for the loser." Bright agreed before she selected a character. Then she had to set up a kart... This took her some time to do since she wanted to get the best things. But it all seemed situational. She just went with the standard set since she believed it would all be balanced. "So, what's the drink?" Bright asked, wondering what sort of drinks they had.