Stella was, for the lack of a better word, lost. Stumbling around in a forest with no idea what to do was the exact opposite of safe, but with everything that has been happening lately Stella did not feel like this was any surprise. With the apocalypse having happened, the life she knew was gone and she had to figure out what to do again, especially since she had no friends with her. And that was how Stella fell into the same trap as the rest of the players: having nothing to do, being bored, and only merely surviving as opposed to enjoying herself in any capacity.
I...I think I had too much to drink. Wait...how did I... Stella thought to herself as she stumbled upon a clearing, realizing that her drunken spree had made her go outside of the city. Yet, that was better than what she has been doing as of late, which was simply lazing around. Still half-drunk, Stella ensured that she re-entered the city before taking another drink from her still rather large stockpile of generic alcohol that she bought from a cheap place. It was not long before she was at the point where she would not remember very much, whatever it was she did. This included drunken song and dance, buying a load of generic common items, even kissing and hugging a few individual players and landers, much to the embarrassment of quite a few and, probably later, herself.
About 30 minutes into her stupor was when she crashed onto a certain table with a wolf-fang and a twin-tailed dragon tamer. With a loud
thunk the bard crashed onto the table face first, too drunk to keep herself balanced any longer, and needless to say caused quite the mess. Tilting her head to the side at the possibly surprised duo, her eyes gazed upon the wolf fang's sandwich.
"Oh..isn't that sandwich mine?" Stella asked, though she was not waiting for an answer. Instinctively, she attempted to swipe the sandwich and, if she was successful, would eat it messily in a hurry. Either way, she fell asleep, unable to will her mind to stay awake anymore.