“Wahahahahaaa!!! Wait… S-Shit, the jungle? Reckon we took a wrong turn?” Fun and frivolity seeming to have transformed a formerly feisty femme into a soul which was rather more festive at this point, Miss Marcello seemed to be practically brimming with mirth as she raced along with the mask she had stolen earlier on her face and a bottle of something golden-brown in hand, though suddenly and rather spectacularly did she realize that perhaps she had allowed the good times to get the better of her. After all, it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere?
“Ah well, we still got some drink left~? Think is your turn, if you wanna keep the game going~?” Not that she minded that fact too much since it meant that she had her mate all to herself now, with a breath the brunette seemed to lift her face covering up and plonk it onto her skull like a cap before necking some of the strong stuff from the bottle she held in hand and offering it for the sake of sharesies, then she suggested that they return to their little contest of wills as she settled into one of the more inviting portions of grass and waited upon the response of the woman with whom she had arrived…