STOP POSTING STOLEN MEMES AAVE

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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

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[sent later]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

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.

it's okay I'll fix it. and by fix it I mean make it worse

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Haha, tingly.

[This somehow translates to tickly in her alcohol-fogged brain, and she brushes her fingertips sloppily across York's stomach before suddenly freezing, her other hand tightening slightly on his shoulder.]

--oh.








Think I'm gonna be sick.

sobbing.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, shit. ]

Oohh, god, okay, uh, trash--

[ gently sliding out form under her and half staggering to bring her a trash can. ]

you keep saying that and I can't think why

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She just kind of collapses when he moves away, squeezing her eyes shut because why won't the room stop moving.

And then the nausea decides to make itself more readily apparent and man, York's there with the trash can just in time.

This is what you had in mind when you asked her to come over, right, York? Super sexy. You might wanna help hold back her hair.]

/FACE IN HANDS. you're a monsterrrrrrrrrr

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, he's on it, scooping her hair back gently, if a little not gracefully, tucking it back and rubbing her neck lightly. ]

Easy, baby.

>:D

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She stays bent over the trash can until the nausea subsides, then raises her head, careful not to move too fast.]

--ohhhh, god.