@-IittIeIana
[ @-spaceysol ] “ you like dogs , right ? ”
@lincolnshiremade // lana let out a small gasp, " oi you did!? " she let out a small chuckle, beaming a big grin, " may i see it? please? "
@-IittIeIana “ mm , only wondering . ” he smiled , shrugging slightly . “ i may have gotten myself one - ”
// guys i just updates my main book (,: y’all should check it out ✨
@ofmccartney // lana looked at him with a sad smile. the same thing crossed her mind for a moment as he told her wonderful things. she dearly missed that. she sighed and removed her legs off of his lap. instead, she leaned her head on his chest and said, “it feels impossible, paul. and you’re the only one i can tell this because all the other girls are too busy shagging their lads or sucking their faces off. it’s so frustrating.” she looked up at him and asked quietly, “but do you mean that? w..what you said-”
@ofmccartney here’s a little angst now lmao wHOOPS SKSSK // she set her glass down as well before a small sigh escaped her lips. lana looked at paul for a moment before asking, her words slightly slurred but pretty clear for the most part, “how do you find a lad around these parks? i-i’m serious when i say this paulie but– i... why doesn’t anyone love me? like all the birds i’m friends with are with people but obviously, i’m a bloody dumb lass who can’t do anything but work, drink and sleep.” even as she slurred her words the quicker she spoke, it was evident that the bird was frustrated with all the couples around her.
@ofmccartney // lana chuckled and said quietly, “that’s sweet.” she sipped some champagne and sighed, looking around before glaring at the clock and how it continued to ticked. lana was very cold and icy and bîtchy yet extremely flirty when sober. but when she was drunk— her true emotions come out yet she’s still quiet. she looked at paul and said to his comment, “you’re a whacko.” she chuckled before sipping the rest of her alcohol, letting it slide down her throat. “oi paulie— i-i have a question.”
@ofmccartney // lana burped, hitting her chest with her slightly calloused but nimble hand. she blinked her green eyes and said with a small slur, “of c-course, love.” she always used that nickname with paul as they were very close. she got up, stumbling off the couch and grabbed the new bottle of champagne. she ripped the gold foil and popped the cap before filling her own glass and walking over to paul and filling his glass to the brim. she set the bottle down and sipped her alcohol. she laid her legs on top of his lap and sat on the couch. “i’m surprised i-i- i got tipsy. i-i’m the irish o-one here...” she spoke, slurring her words a bit, looking at paul
// comment “ i’m irish ” if you want me to use a starter with genderbent lana — aka larkin
comment “ oi whatever ” if you want me to use a starter with lana — aka the original oc ( ;
lana, er Ello?
@clonemccartnxy // oi perfect! i’ll see you in a few then. i’ve gotta wash up . still got grime on me from work
“ you play bass ? ”
@lincolnshiremade // nope! not in a band at all. i’m a mechanic. i’m a musician in my spare time— if you even wanna call it that.
@-IittIeIana “ oh ? you don’t see many people taking that on anymore . in a band , hm ? ”
@lincolnshiremade // yes sir. been playing bass since i was fifteen. i also play the big double bass.
// cb for a one liner please —
this account is d y i n g lmao
