Lightning staggered out of the bar, tripping over herself and leaned heavily on the building. She headed down the sidewalk, and away from the smell, fighting to remember where she had parked a few hours prior, completely ignoring the fact she really shouldn’t be driving and couldn’t if she wanted to.
As she swaggered along with a hand in her bag, rummaging around for her keys, Light noticed a familiar figure from the corner of her drunk goggles. A sloppy grin took over her features as she began stumbling towards her target.
“Hey! Chocolina~!” The pinkette waved at the feathered merchant, “How’s it going?”
It had been a fairly slow day; the weather made less people want to come out and shop. Not that the merchant was at all worried, she knew she’d be able to make up for the lack of profits in no time. She knew that there were some certain customers where all she’d have to do was batt her eyelashes a few times and then—
“Hm?” Her voice lacked its usual singsong nature as she was genuinely surprised to hear someone calling her name, especially this late. She spotted a head of pink hair stumbling around— Oh my, someone’s had a bit to drink…—not too far from her stall. She’d remembered meeting this girl not too long ago, but the name escaped her. Still, it wouldn’t be right to leave her alone like that. She raised up a feathered arm to wave back.
“Well well well, look who it is!” She hurried over to her, keeping a close eye on her wares. “Everything’s going fantabulously; as always~! What about you, sweetie? You feeling alright?”