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[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

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.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ rubbing her baaaaaaack. ]

Too much drinking, huh?

[ helping her up, stroking back her hair. ]

You gonna be good if I get you some water?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Thought I could hold my liquor better than that.

[She leans against the back of the couch, looking resigned.]

God, water, yes please.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it.

[ cupping her cheek a moment and standing up to get her a cup of water, bringing it back and pressing it into her hands. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah takes it gratefully, taking a long drink to wash the taste from her mouth.]

Ugh.

[Throwing up made her head feel a lot better, at least. She sips her water quietly for a minute before side-eying at York, a little sheepishly.]

...so.

Uh.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ relaxing back on the couch, after an attempt to sit that almost ends in him falling over. ]

So?

[ giving her a sleepy grin, nudging the trash can away. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Some greeting, huh?

[She darts out a hand to try and steady him when he wobbles, though honestly, it's a good thing he manages to regain his balance on his own - she's not in any state to actually be any help right now.]

Sorry about that.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Don't worry.

[ settling in and nudging her close, kissing the top of her head. ]

Just no kissing.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She wrinkles her nose, scooting closer and leaning gingerly against his chest. York, you are so comfy.]

Ugh, yeah, agreed.

I'll brush my teeth first, I promise.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Mmhm, sounds good.

[ idly braiding her hair aiahskfsj hahahaha. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She lets her eyes slip closed, just resting against him quietly for a while until she gradually becomes aware that he's...messing with something back behind her head.]

York?

[she sounds faintly amused, but she doesn't open her eyes.]

What are you doing?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Braiding.

[ ...he realizes how stupid that sounds a moment later, laughing quietly. ]

Sorry, I'll fix it.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

No, you don't have to. I don't mind.

[grinning, now, thoroughly amused. She shakes her head, carefully, so as not to mess up his work.]

Haven't had anyone braid my hair since I was little.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Used to braid my sister's hair all the time. French or normal or whatever, I think that's what it's called.

[ he combs his fingers through her hair, sliding chunks together, braiding them a little tighter, so the braids stay together, twisting them back gently into one. ]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Ooh, fancy.

[She reaches up carefully to feel the side of her head, touching the braids there lightly, since she can't actually see what he's doing.]

Never learned how to French braid.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ He snags her wrist, and kisses her fingertips lightly, before going back to it. ]

Having a sister meant I learned all sortsa stuff.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She smiles when he brushes his lips against her, dropping her hand to rest lightly on his thigh.]

Bet you were a good brother.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ oh. c:

York shifts back a little and draws her in, resting his chin on her shoulder, just sitting there a moment, stroking a hand over her skin lightly. ]

Wasn't too bad.