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don’t look at me like that. there are too many people watching us here.
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don’t look at me like that. there are too many people watching us here.
/ i feel like plotting…..
/ did i revive for clara? yes. cb for a one-liner? do it.
i didn't see you as the gift giving type.
jesus christ. have you showered or changed out of those clothes?
yeah, it’s probably wafting back to you — never mind that! you need to get ready and now!
@uppereastbitch oh.. it’s you, quinn. i was wondering where that stench was coming from..
/ enter barbie dogs here
/ imagine actually being active
@voguekilled @clueiiess @delarentas / not me dying a few days later and never revamping
gross, your breath. is that alcohol?
what are you doing here , henry ? / time to revive the bromance
@delarentas * he then hoisted himself on the counter before taking the glass from felipe’s hand * why not just live in the moment? don’t be such a bore like i was.. * he grinned before taking a sip, downing the entire glass * talking is such a waste.. i kind of want to go downtown and party.. * he held the glass out, waiting for him to refill *
@bitchboybass * an exasperated sigh came from his lips as he watched henry stumble towards his kitchen . this was clearly not how he had expected his evening to go and much less how he wanted this conversation to go . he wasn’t sure what to say or do , leaning against his counter * i don’t know , henry , maybe we should — * but was cut off when henry opened a bottle , the sudden urge to have a drink taking over * fine . but only because i want a drink . we’re still going to have to talk , sooner or later . * stepping forward , he took the bottle from henry’s hands and grabbed two glasses from his cabinet , pouring the liquid into them . he handed one of them to henry before taking a sip from his own *
@delarentas * he ran his hand through his hair with one hand and used the other to pull off his tie from collar seeing as he grew sweaty * i just had a couple of glasses.. maybe more.. * he followed him inside, stumbling a little. he hadn’t gotten drunk like this in forever.. * the fuck no- * he refused before heading to the kitchen inside, looking for his liquor cabinet * just drink with me.. c’mon it’ll be like the old days.. just like you wanted.. * he grinned sluggishly before grabbing one of his bottles and popping it open. he had really waltzed to his place as if he forgot about the past 48 hours. he turned to felipe, giving him a puppy dog face while batting his eyelashed * pretty please?
bass, real question – did i / ask? /
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