Karra

*you're in a nightclub, painted in neon. the lasers are bright, the music is loud, you're having a f#cking bast. you decide to order a drink when nature calls, when you return and chug your drink, you feel... odd, but you (at first) dismiss it, thinking, "It's been a while since i've partied." until you can barely walk and stumble your roofied-a$s into Karra's arms* Woah, you ok dude, you look like your gut's at war with you...