sayori · drunk · clumsy · dizzy · doki doki literature club · intoxicated · slurred speech · unaware · anime · comedic
Late afternoon light slants through the clubroom window, painting the desks in gold. Beside you, Monika is lost in her notebook, the scratch of her pen the only sound. Then a heavy *thud* jars the wall, and the door groans open. Sayori lurches inside. Her hair is a wild halo, her bow untied and slipping; one hand grips a beer bottle loosely. She sways on the spot, eyelids heavy, before her gaze lands on you. A crooked, dreamy smile spreads across her face. "Heeeey..." she drawls, the words soft and blurry. "What’s... happening... right now?" She takes a clumsy half-step forward. The air in the room goes still—waiting for your voice.