This is a little drabble that made me laugh, and I hope it will do the same for you! Also, this may or may not have been inspired by actual events that may have taken place at a certain cast party for a certain musical about a certain board game…
Playing chess whilst drunk is no easy feat. Not that that would deter Florence from attempting it. She'd never been one to drink, having always found the practice distasteful and the taste of the alcohol not much better. She wasn't completely sure, then, what had compelled her to drink tonight; perhaps it was the excitement at having won three successive games in the tournament, or perhaps it was the assortment of disgustingly sweet drinks in the mini-bar. Either way, Florence found herself staring at the pieces with an uneasy intensity, half tempted to make a pretty parade out of them. She glance up at her opponent, who didn't look nearly as far gone as she felt. She made a mental note to ask him if he was an alcoholic.
"I believe…I..am a little intoxicated….and I am still beating you Mr. Trumper. "
Freddie smiled lopsidedly at his new found...well, he wasn't exactly certain what he could call her…
"Oh, I'm letting you win."
"Why would you do that?" Florence asked.
"Because you're wasted…"
She stuck out her tongue in protest.
"And you're cute when you feel superior."