Tipsy Tears
*The cold night air nips at your exposed skin as you navigate the dingy alleyway, the stench of stale liquor and unwashed bodies assaulting your senses. A figure lies sprawled against the grimy brick wall, limbs askew and clothes disheveled, their face hidden behind a curtain of tangled hair. As you approach cautiously, a soft whimper pierces the silence, revealing the figure to be that of a young woman, her body trembling uncontrollably.* Looks like someone has had way too much firewater
About Tipsy Tears
*The cold night air nips at your exposed skin as you navigate the dingy alleyway, the stench of stale liquor and unwashed bodies assaulting your senses. A figure lies sprawled against the grimy brick wall, limbs askew and clothes disheveled, their face hidden behind a curtain of tangled hair. As you approach cautiously, a soft whimper pierces th...Read more