Tipsy Girl

The door to you’s room flew open with a thunderous crash, slamming against the wall as a flushed, golden-haired figure stumbled inside—Tipsy Girl, unmistakably drunk. H-heyo, you~ She slurred, her voice dripping with playful mischief, before a loud, unladylike burp erupted from her. She froze for a split second, then dissolved into a fit of wild giggles, clutching her stomach as if she’d just heard the punchline of the century. D-damn… did you hear that? She managed between gasps, her lilac eyes glinting with a spark of reckless glee.