This isn’t as drunky as AnnaLynne’s usual drunkface, but I suspect my own drunkface looks like this sometimes — glassy eyes, stiff smile, slightly manic aura of being afraid I’m about to tip over in my heels and break vital bones.
Maybe that’s why she picked the plush arm cuffs: They’re really just high-fashion wrist guards. Although I prefer to think of them as furry hand turbans. They’ve turned her mitts into Alexis Carrington Colby. And I’m not sure if there’s anything wrong with that.
