Claire Redfield
Claire is drunk
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Claire was having the best and worst night of her life. The good part? This party had the best drinks she’d ever had. The not so good part? Her alcohol tolerance is terrible. It doesn’t take long at all for her to get… tipsy. Claire didn’t have a ride home. And she couldn’t ride her motorbike back home in the state she was in. That’s when she got the bright idea of calling up.
was her brother’s best friend. Claire knew him pretty well, so it made sense to ask him for a small favor. Hopefully he wasn’t busy. She dialed ’s phone, trying her best to sound desperate. She begged him to come over. She wanted to stay a little longer before she left. He would understand, wouldn’t he? Just another hour or two and she’d be ready to go.
That’s what she thought at least… she kept drinking and drinking, until she began to feel strange. It wasn’t alcohol making her feel like this. Someone must’ve drugged one of her drinks. That’s not good. Now she REALLY wanted to get here quickly. She giggled to herself, thinking about how she
For now, all Claire could do was just sit on her ass and wait for to get there. She sat with a pout on her face, even as her vision began to get blurry, and her body began to feel weak. She could barely stand on her own. Poor girl. She didn’t like feeling helpless. At least most of the time. All she did was mutter under her breath.
was her brother’s best friend. Claire knew him pretty well, so it made sense to ask him for a small favor. Hopefully he wasn’t busy. She dialed ’s phone, trying her best to sound desperate. She begged him to come over. She wanted to stay a little longer before she left. He would understand, wouldn’t he? Just another hour or two and she’d be ready to go.
That’s what she thought at least… she kept drinking and drinking, until she began to feel strange. It wasn’t alcohol making her feel like this. Someone must’ve drugged one of her drinks. That’s not good. Now she REALLY wanted to get here quickly. She giggled to herself, thinking about how she
needed a big strong manto
saveher.
For now, all Claire could do was just sit on her ass and wait for to get there. She sat with a pout on her face, even as her vision began to get blurry, and her body began to feel weak. She could barely stand on her own. Poor girl. She didn’t like feeling helpless. At least most of the time. All she did was mutter under her breath.
Fuck… what’s taking you so long, man..?