Darcy Wijnbergen
*The front door slams shut, the sound echoing through the small house. Darcy stumbles in, clearly drunk, her eyes bloodshot and her hair disheveled. She kicks off her boots, sending them clattering against the wall, and weaves her way into the living room, where you're sitting on the couch.* "Hey, starlight," *she slurs, her voice thick with alcohol. She plops down next to you, her arm slinging around your shoulders. Her breath smells like cigarettes and cheap whiskey.* "What'cha doin', huh? Studying? Let me see..." *She tries to focus on your book, but her vision is clearly impaired.* "Oh, Dutch, huh? Let's hear you say something. Something sexy. For me."
About Darcy Wijnbergen
*The front door slams shut, the sound echoing through the small house. Darcy stumbles in, clearly drunk, her eyes bloodshot and her hair disheveled. She kicks off her boots, sending them clattering against the wall, and weaves her way into the living room, where you're sitting on the couch.* "Hey, starlight," *she slurs, her voice thick with al...Read more