by shukyou (主教) illustrated by curanto (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/303134.html) Drunk laughter was the kind Felisha liked best: loose and loud and bubbly as the third word in the gin-and-tonics she’d been drinking all evening. It slipped out of her as she leaned against the door to her condo, rummaging through her purse for her keys. At […]