[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31200000/AshleyBenson-ashley-benson-31248569-500-239.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Road To Servant's Quarters -> Kitchen House
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith took the mason jar slid over to her. She wasn't about to admit it to anyone that this was her first actual drink. She was 18 around the time the apocalypse started and, since then, she had to remain dry for her own safety. Alcohol wasn't in huge demand when it came to supplies, though she had seen her fair share of them. She also wasn't that high school kid that drank alcohol before they were 21. She was too busy cheerleading, campaigning, and generally ruling the school to bother with alcohol.

She sniffed it at first and could tell already how powerful it was going to be. Still, she was no loser. She took a hearty sip. [color=F49AC2]"Whoo!"[/color] She let out a startled scream without meaning to. It was strong! It was good though! She took another sip and let it burn down her throat. She could see the excitement now! [color=F49AC2]"This shit is good!"[/color]

Faith fought an eye roll as Sensory Overload Barbie suggested a drinking game. But, it might be fun. And that meant she would drink more. Wait, could they get drunk? They were dead, weren't they? They couldn't get periods or pregnant, but they still needed to eat. How the fuck did this topsy-tury world work?!? Rather than question it, she sat down and leaned back in the chair, [color=F49AC2]"Fuck it, I'm down."[/color]