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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)

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/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.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[She leans back with him, rubbing her hand up and down along his thigh, slow and rhythmic.]

And I'm sure you never teased, or pulled hair, or picked fights either, right?

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ he's still buzzing, but it's not quite so bad.

Kissing her cheek, lightly, he smothers a yawn, fighting back the drowsiness that comes with alcohol. ]

Nah, sweetheart, I put frogs in people's beds or spiders or whatever.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah's doing a lot better now that she's done being sick. Now she's just feeling warm and mellow, resting her back against York's chest.

She snorts at his words, half amused, half disgusted.]

You wouldn't.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

What? To you?

Nah.

[ nuzzling her cheek, laughing. ]

I'm not that mean.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Not that brave, you mean.

[She grins, reaching her hand up to press against his cheek, speaking fondly.]

I'd kick your ass.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby.

[ he's teasing, clearly, grinning wickedly, waggling his eyebrows at her in an utterly ridiculous way. ]

You were one of those girls who punched and kicked guys you liked, I bet.