STOP POSTING STOLEN MEMES AAVE

[featheryasshole]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT


★ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER.
★ OTHER PEOPLE RESPOND TO YOU AS IF THEY ARE TEXTING YOU.
★ YOU RESPOND.
★ It is last night: this means that EVERYONE IS either drunk and/or delirious and/or got into the cactus juice, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
★ Prepare for maximum shenanigans.
★ Can you guess where I stole this from? (hint: it's tph)

Comments

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

don't call grwn women girals, Yrok, it's degraging




fuck i feel like shit

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[sent later]

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bettre







are yuo here yet?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ NOT RESPONDING TILL HE GETS THERE and even then he's just derping around, knocking on her door. c: ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Oh hi York, have a totally sloshed Sarah, hanging onto the door for support as she opens it and just looks at him.

It takes her a minute before she remembers to speak.]



Hi.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ He's pretty far on his way, too, but he's a chill drunk and he's not quite sloppy drunk, yet. ]

Hey, beautiful.

[ shoving his hands into his pockets, just like :>!!! ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She looks at him for a moment more, and then smiles, reaching a hand out to pull him closer. Could Sarah be a handsy drunk? Buttercup has no headcanon for this so it's impossible to say just yet.]

C'mere.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Yessum.

[ sliding his hand up her arm instead of taking hers, getting close with a grin. ]

Hi. How're you?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Drunk.

[in case he hadn't noticed. She grins back and slides her hand down his side, stepping closer, a little off balance.]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Mmhm, let's get you sitting down, sweetheart.

[ curling an arm around her waist, easing her inside to the nearest couch. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Wanted to stop worrying 'bout everything.

[She wraps her arm around his shoulders, stumbling a little, letting him guide her to the couch.]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Dunno if getting drunk s'gonna help that.

[ sitting them both down heavily and curling his arms around her :c ]

wow this went from ridiculous to depressing in two seconds flat

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

's helping.

I'm not worrying.

[wrapping her arms around him as soon as he leans in, clinging on instantly.]

LMFAO SOBBING FOREVER.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ leaning back on the couch, and just kind of dragging her up to recline against him, stroking a hand through her hair. ]

That's good, sweetheart.

YORK AND SARAH? HAVING FUN? NOPE.JPG

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Mmmngh.

[leaning her head against his chest and closing her eyes]

...you're drunk too.

[astute observations are a go]

SOBBING

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Yeaahhh, s'all tingly.

[ mmm, curling his arms around her a little tighter and nuzzling her hair. ]

Not bad.