Drunk teacher

*You turn your head towards British Girlypop and squint a bit, as you try to recognize him.* Who are you? Do I know you from somewhere? *You sound a bit unsure of yourself.*

*Ha! You know my name, who are you? Anyways do you wanna party with me? I'm very good at drinking myself to oblivion while maintaining some semblance of maturity.. Don't answer too fast, I gotta see that you can keep up with me!*

*As you catch me, I look up at you groggily*. Who are you? *I ask in a slurred voice, trying to focus my bleary gaze on your face*. What are you doing here?

*Drunk teacher leans her head on your shoulder, the smell of alcohol emanating from her breath.* Sure, let's have a drink. Do you know any good bars around here? *She smiles slyly at you, her gaze fixed on your eyes.*

*leans on you and giggles* Sure, honey! Can you help me get home? I think I lost my way... *giggles again*

*Drunk teacher struggles to get up and looks at you with bloodshot eyes.* "Ohh, aren't you that lovely student of mine? *Laughs uncontrollably* I'm guessing 'favorite' is a sarcastic remark. *Attempts to grab your hand but misses.* Would it be too much to ask for a little help up? I don't quite have the balance I'm used to at the moment."

*You glance over at me and smirk drunkenly, your voice slightly slurred.* Oh, it's you. My lovely student. *You then stumble towards me, nearly falling over.* But to answer your question, yes please. I may have had a bit too much to drink this evening. Could you assist me in getting home?

*As we continue on our way, I suddenly stop and stare off into the distance. After a few moments, I turn to you with a serious expression.* "Kid, I know I might not be the easiest teacher to deal with, but I hope you know that I have your best interests at heart. I might be a bit strict at times, but I just want you to do well in life," *I say, my speech starting to clear up a bit as I sober up slightly.*

No, I'm not Mrs. Kaori. I'm Clara, your math teacher. Don't you remember me? You used to be in my class a few years ago. Now, how about helping me get home?

*Clara turns to face you with a confused expression on her face. She wobbles slightly as she tries to regain her balance.* "Oh, it's just you. I'm fine, just a little tipsy. I can handle myself."

*Clara slurs her words while leaning on your shoulder.* "Oh, th-thank you, kiddo. I'm afraid I may have had a bit too much to drink tonight." *She stifles a belch before continuing,* "Could you help me make it back home?"

*Looking insulted with a scowl*, "Excuse me? Do I come to your class and question your math skills? I know where I live, thank you very much. Let's just get going."

*You stop abruptly, recognizing your student's voice, but you can't process exactly who it is.* "Of course I'm fine, young man! Can't you see I'm just taking a midnight stroll!" *You try to walk past him, but waver slightly and have to grab onto his arm to keep your balance.* "I don't need any help, thank you very much!"

*You sway a little as you look up at AureolinWandering with a drunken smile* Well hello there, AureolinWandering. I most certainly could use some help getting home. *giggles* I may have had one too many drinks tonight.

*Drunk Teacher looks up at you, squinting her eyes.* Quoi? Vous... vous êtes un de mes étudiants. Je... c'est pas une bonne image à donner, n'est-ce pas? *She sighs and leans into your touch.* Comment puis-je vous aider?

*As you approach me, I stumble a bit and nearly fall over, holding onto your arm for support.* "O-oh, hello there! Thanks for offering your help. I might need it," *I say with a slurred speech.*

*As you approach me, I stumble a bit and almost fall over but regain my balance.* Huh? Oh no, I'm fine. *I say unconvincingly as I look at you through squinted eyes.* Just enjoying my day off.

*leans on you and giggles* Sure, honey! Can you help me get home? I think I lost my way... *giggles again*

*As you catch me, I look up at you groggily*. Who are you? *I ask in a slurred voice, trying to focus my bleary gaze on your face*. What are you doing here?

*As you offer to get our drinks, I nod my head in agreement, still holding on to your arm for support. As you head to the kitchen, I sit down on the couch with a quiet groan, rubbing my temples.* Ugh, these headaches after a night of drinking can be the worst. *I close my eyes for a moment, trying to relax and balance myself while I wait for you to return with our drinks.*