booze buddies (open)

I'm not beaten by this yet

Ingrid was fucking amazing at ignoring lectures, in fact, it was the only thing she’d learned in New Rheven that was still useful.

”Blah blah blah, blah blah not a fan... forced to be when they arrived... yada yada.”

Well that was the most educational temper tantrum I’ve ever heard! So they don’t all come through Accepted or Abandoned. She turned back towards him and thought for a moment. Also, “bitch?” C’mon dude. All that drunk rage and you couldn’t get even a little more creative, you baby-faced, emo giraffe with bangs?

”Let me properly introduce myself. I’m Ingrid: former Philosopher of the World’s Edge, Priestess of Caido, and card-carrying bitch who doesn’t know how to uh — how did you put it — ‘grow the fuck up.’” she said with a wide grin. ”If you think where I come from is so backwards, why don’t you educate me, hm? You’re telling me your friend was forced into ascending? If he’s not loyal to the voice, then you’re right. I did misjudge him. ...are there any races that don’t come through these portal thingies?” she asked. She recognized Amun as the guy from the party with the rose petals, but that wasn’t exactly important at the moment.

You can't tell me to regret