<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSf7TRRwO-59oGe6X0W_KMWposlUtmPi_Rp0Q&amp;usqp=CAU) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>  Pictured<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> open, Cyric<br/></em><hr/><br/>"If you drink enough, alcohol solves all life's problems eventually, right?" She groused, though she did nod thanks for the drink. Apparently she didn't particularly want to be in a better mood, wrinkling her nose at the glass as if scolding it for something, But continuing to sip it.<br/><br/>"Ahh, one of those. Oneiroison. Incubi. Eh." She muttered.  Taking a drink, the blonde stared past the boy, thoughts, mostly. "Well congratulations on becoming a real boy. Careful what you wish for though, everything has strings attached and sometimes you don't realize exactly how much poison blessings can hold till it's far too late." Clearing at the glass, her expression seemed highly accusing, as if all the many problems in her life were the fault of either the glass or the liquid.