<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">On the Rocks</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/siPDgO7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 14th, 2021, 9 PM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion's Flat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Aw shit, here we go again<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, it was definitely a lot more full, hahah..." Albion smiled, looking back to the bottle, all six of them (even if there was really just one...) before he faced Nerissa. "Aw, come on, plenty of ladies... Wait... Right, all scarred up." He seemed to remember he wasn't the best looking thing dressed down. Looking back at the bottle, it was starting to look like he might need to drink a little more to forget that one detail... But at the same time, his date<em>did</em>seem a little mad he was drinking again.<br/><br/>"Aw, don't feel bad, sweet thing, it's all a state of mind for me! Such a warm, happy, floaty state to be in... I feel like I could almost fly- Whoops!" Albion stumbled instead, falling to his knees with a laugh. Perhaps getting incredibly drunk, then starting to sober a littlr, and then getting drunk again immediately after was not the brightest of ideas. Especially when he leaned forward and muzzled her thigh gently. "I've been a bad man, and I should be punished~ You should punish me, before I do more bad things..." He smiled up st her dreamily, even as a hand slowly crept up her thigh and under her skirt.<br/><br/>"Made...<em>me</em>put up with this? That doesn't sound familiar at all... Hehe, you sure<em>you're</em>not drunk too? I think I would remember playing with a cute, pink fox..." At least he would certainly like to think he would remember.