PHOEBE
It wasn't the tousled hair or bloodshot eyes that catch her attention first. It's the smell. The scent of liquor washed over her like a Torchline wave. She blinked, a look of concern on her face. When did Harper start drinking?
"All of his pants." she said as she stepped in, still eyeing him warily, more concerned about him than the pants now. She would always care for Harper, even as her heartbreak mended. "Have you been drinking?" she asked in concern. If he had - and there was no way he hadn't - it was alot. "Do you need to sit down? Where's Maeve?" Shouldn't she be looking after him when he was this drunk?
"All of his pants." she said as she stepped in, still eyeing him warily, more concerned about him than the pants now. She would always care for Harper, even as her heartbreak mended. "Have you been drinking?" she asked in concern. If he had - and there was no way he hadn't - it was alot. "Do you need to sit down? Where's Maeve?" Shouldn't she be looking after him when he was this drunk?
and then there's me, always waiting for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
