I am out of practice at this drinking thing

Somewhere between three and four shots of vodka last night in a girl's room down the corridor, supplemented with chocolate and hookah, and I have no idea how I got to my room, though that might be because I was mostly asleep instead of inebriated. Doubtless all shall become clear once filia_noctis awakens.

Anyway, nicked off naraht, lilliburlero, moetushie et al (though I dunno that I have any particular writing style)


You know those articles on the toast, like how to tell if you’re in a Brontë novel, how to tell if you’re in a Hemingway novel, and so on? If you feel so inspired, drop me a comment along the lines of “how to tell if you’re in a fic by toujours-nigel