this dagger in me

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Scandalized delight, it seemed, was to be the code word for the evening. Soh couldn't help the hiccuping giggle that broke free at Flora's faux-shock, then the squeal that followed at hints of what Flora had been up to. Sohalia, as we all know, was not particularly experienced when it came to - well, lots of things. But that didn't mean she couldn't use her imagination to fill in the blanks - to a point.

The bartender provided two dark shots. Sohalia eyed them with a mixture of interest and trepidation. While she normally wouldn't go for an evening like this, she was with Flora, and she trusted her best friend to keep her from making any horribly questionable choices. Why not? she thought, and then she downed the shot.

In retrospect, maybe that wasn't the best idea. It burned all the way down, and Soh coughed and sputtered as she tried to come up for air. "What is this?" she wheezed, peering at Flora accusingly through watering eyes.

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning