Mallow Hallow

Hey chicklets, how you all been? Nothing's been blown up yet, has it?

Got a word of advice for you, though. [ She holds up a bottle that has only a mouthful of liquid left in it. ] Fuckin' moderation. Apparently fairies know a thing or two about liquor. [ Annnd then she gulps down the last of her drink in one go, grimacing and sticking her tongue out in disgust after it's gone. ]

[ So yeah hi world, Apollo's basically been on a bender for a week (or more, hell if she remembers at this point) so she hasn't been paying attention to anything. From the disheveled look of her, she probably just woke up for the day (even though it's afternoon) and is somewhere between hungover and still a little drunk from the night before. The woman is also wearing an excessive amount of shiny, mostly gold jewelry - some of it's left red marks on the skin of her face and chest where she fell asleep on it, other pieces are literally weaved into her little (now falling apart) braids. ]

Anyway, I discovered a disturbing lack of shit to kill here. Come on, aren't there any dragons or sea monsters or giant tigers or some shit I can wrestle to the ground and shoot in the face? Gods, girl's gotta get some energy out once in a while, you know.