[Oh, Jinx? In the bathroom, on her knees, both hands grasping the toilet lid. She's coughing, a lot, because absinthe is about as bad coming up as it is going down. Judging from the contents of the toilet bowl, she wasn't even drinking on an empty stomach. Then again, judging from said vomit, she was eating tar. Black licorice is a powerful dye.
There are lines of eyeliner on her cheeks. She's not crying, puking just makes her eyes water. Okay, so the child looks miserable, and--well, there she goes again.]
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There are lines of eyeliner on her cheeks. She's not crying, puking just makes her eyes water. Okay, so the child looks miserable, and--well, there she goes again.]