- "May your life be as awesome as you pretend on Witchagram." Message Me - 03:12, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
She's laying in her bed, curtains draw and her room in complete darkness. She was out late last night, drinking and partying, and was due to have a nasty hangover when she woke up. She'd DMed Clary, though, right before going ot, asking him to bring over the infamous Cressida Bishop Hangover Remedy she'd left at his apartment last time they got smashed. She was counting on him. He was pretty much her lifeline.
Message Me - 13:00, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
Clarence could have pretended to have forgotten and let her suffer alone, but being the great brother he is he's stopped working to come over, potion in hand. Letting himself in since he knows there's no way she's getting up to come answer the door, he hands her it and says, "Messaging me was a surprising display of foresight."
- "May your life be as awesome as you pretend on Witchagram." Message Me - 13:14, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
"Lower your voice," Cress rasps, wincing as she pulls herself together enough to move into a sitting position. She reaches for the potion, blindly removing the lid and gulping it down as quick as she could. "I'm never drinking again," That's a lie. She's probably going out drinking again next weekend. Oh well. Cress leans back, laying down again until the potion starts to kick in. "The devil is wise because of age, not because it's the devil, Clary."
- "May your life be as awesome as you pretend on Witchagram." Message Me - 14:50, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
She turns on the bed, flipping her brother off whilst burying her head in the mess of pillows. "Fuck off, you prat," she mumbles, though her head isn't pounding as much as it had been a bit before. "Once you're a dear and get me a cheeseburger. I have, like, a fuckton of shit to do, appearances to make, and I don't wanna. But dad's getting on my case. It's your fault for doing Witchagram and Zach's for taking over the company. Now I have to step up my game," she says, her tone the epitome of whining. She missed those days her biggest concerns were what her professors believed to be acceptable fashion and subsequently disgracing them for it.