Cassie felt good. Her head felt light and her cares felt...like nothing! Her movements felt free and she did she mention she didn't have a care in the world. Stupid boys. Who needs them? Except she was a boy, so did she need herself? She bursts out giggling instead of answering it, because it seemed like the thing to do.
A small part in the part of her brain registered the fact she was drunk. Or at least that was her best guess since she'd never had alcohol before. Though she wasn't sure if she had any tonight, since all she remembered Eric giving her was pineapple juice....ooooh! Alcohol pineapple juice! That must have been it! So she had to be drunk. Because this is what she imagined being drunk felt like. Why did people say it was bad? It felt so good!
She wondered what it would be like to fly drunk.
Giggling to herself again, she approached the Titans Treehouse, weaving slightly as she walked, only her still remaining reflexes putting one foot in front of the other.
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