capitals ➳ lrh (discontinued)

ten : happy

the living room was a complete and utter mess.

phoenix, after kissing luke, thought the intoxication of his lips wasn't enough - yeah, grossly cliche - so she suggested drinks. she had, like, five bottles of mixed alcoholic drinks, such as whiskey or vodka. once luke was informed that she owned vodka, he was more than happy to have a small glass.

for both of them, one glass led to another, and her five bottles had been emptied into three, and their sober states had been transformed into a drunken mess. they were riding imagery ponies for christ's sake.

with phoenix enjoying her rodeo, luke claimed he killed his horse and had to have a memorial for him. since he absolutely needed to create the service for the pony, he built a fort using everything he could get his hands on, which in turn, led phoenix's living room to become a disaster.

as of now, the pair was sitting amongst the clutter, playing party games that they remember from experience.

"i dare you to eat five billion-" phoenix had to take a breath and hiccup. "chocolate chips."

luke did a thing. like, a fucking adorable fall-on-your-back-and-giggle-uncontrollably-whilst-clapping type of thing. it was as if the dare was just that funny. maybe outrageous and a tad impossible, but not that hilarious.

"luke! stop doing that!"

luke snorted, pushing all of his limbs up into the air and waving them about like some sort of insect.

"you look like a sea any-mon-ee!" phoenix smiled. "wait, an-em-o-ny? no, it's am-em-mo-ne!"

luke continued to wiggle his arms and legs, while phoenix desperately attempted to sound out anemone. it would've been quiet an unusual sight to see.

that went on until luke claimed that his act of vigorous exercise was hurting him, and until phoenix made siri repeat the complicated word fifty times so she could say it correctly herself.

"do you know what i just realized?" luke asked, seeming mind-blown.

"what?"

"nothing rhymes with purple."

"really?"

"yeah!"

"that's probably not true!"

luke's eyebrows drew together, meaning his brain was thinking of any possibility. "wait, turtle rhymes!"

"no it doesn't!"

luke just laughed in response, until he abruptly stopped when he remember something. "fuck,"

phoenix's smile faded also. "what?"

"fucking ketchup!"

"what do you mean? i have ketchup in the fridge if you-" phoenix rambled, confused, but then she caught on. "oh, fuck!"

"i swear to god, if it's dead-"

"luke, calm down! it's probably just sleeping!"

"we haven't fed it for, like, a day!"

"hasn't michael noticed that his cat was gone?"

"i don't know!"

they both took a second to stare at one another while they were heavily breathing, until they figured out that the kitten needed to be found before michael barged in and questioned why his cat has been missing for two days.

phoenix sprinted into her bedroom, throwing around her blankets while softy calling ketchup's name.

meanwhile, luke still had a bit of a buzz, and he was looking in the most ridiculous hiding places in the apartment. for example, in the fridge.