[Rachel sucks at drinking. And she's had a lot tonight. She never barfs, but her head is always killing her in the morning. Thankfully, thanks to their perma-stock of bananas, Gatorade and a boyfriend whose hands stay between her legs in the face of anything short of excretion of bodily fluids or threats, she usually recovers pretty quickly. She'll be singing showtunes by 2pm.] Piggy! [She giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist.] You're not a piggy. You're a blowafish!
[That keeps her snickering the two floors to their apartment, but as soon as the door opens she seems to forget what's funny. But she does remember a certain promise. She barely makes it past the front door before she's shimmying out of her jeans, white lace thong bright against her tan skin and black top. Drunk!Rachel has no shame.]
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Date: 2011-11-24 06:06 am (UTC)[That keeps her snickering the two floors to their apartment, but as soon as the door opens she seems to forget what's funny. But she does remember a certain promise. She barely makes it past the front door before she's shimmying out of her jeans, white lace thong bright against her tan skin and black top. Drunk!Rachel has no shame.]