visiting from scotland...

aila | twenty-three | hazel's cuz

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parker: i'm not gonna die, morbid much?

parker: i thought you didn't wanna risk being exposed

aila: hey, i'm just being a realist.

aila: hello!! it's called Uber Eats.

aila: and the verdict for the soup is???

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casvndra:

she couldn’t help but let out a laugh when aila became slightly repelled by the drink. “of course not – i wouldn’t waste perfectly good alcohol to poison you.” her words very obviously teasing. “it’s called raki, drank plenty of if while i was in turkey, it’s pretty STRONG i will say, just try it.” 

“If my liver goes into failure, we’re making a pack right now that you will transfer yours to mine,” she laughed as she braced herself letting the alcohol flow through her mouth. “Bon dieu, is it supposed to burn? 

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billiesimmons:

“work was a total bore and i am starving.” she sighed. “want to go get some food with me? i was thinking mexican.”

“Umm yes. Better question is when do I not want to get food?” Aila laughed looping arms with Billie as they headed down to the restaurant. “Really nothing interesting or hilarious happened today on the job?” 

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amiralansing:

“it’s a tequila shot. don’t be dramatic.” she chuckled, downing her shot and making a face after she swallowed it. “i am not drunk enough for that to taste good, you’re right.”

“See!” she pointed putting her glass down. “You just made that face. Why would I want to make that face?” Swapping the glass of tequila for a mojito, Aila just stayed in her own lane drinking her go to drink. “I’m always right,” she sang laughing. 

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rilcys:

“no, i would never do such a thing.” she shook her head, laughing softly. “it’s a new cider. took me a couple sips to get used to it but overall the taste is pretty good.” after a shrug of her shoulders, riley grabbed her own glass and pressed it to her lips. 

Trusting her newest friends, Aila took a sip and nodded as the flavors hit her tongue. “I guess you were right on this one,” she smiled. After taking a couple more sip, she looked at her friend, “So bring me up to speed. How’s life?” 

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jaimeexar:

jaime laughed, shaking her head in answer to aila’s question. “it’s whiskey. neat. it tastes better than it smells, i swear,” she explained, finger tracing the neck of her beer bottle. “bartender promised me it’s the best they had back there. and you can’t come to florida without trying it at least once.”

“Fine, fine,” Aila stuck the tip of her tongue into the glass; laughing at the look Jaime was currently giving her. “What? I need to make sure my taste buds are in agreement,” she chuckled, sipping more of the drink. “Alright, it’s not too bad...wait never mind, aftertaste is blehh,” she put the glass down, mustering out a harsh cough. Drinking a large gulp from the cup of water beside her, Aila went onto ask Jaime about her day, “So, how was work today? Any cute boys for me?”

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TAG YOURSELF: character edition, part the sixth!

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fish are friends and food... the truth has been revealed. 

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rick-dahlstrom:

“It’s a Swedish polar bear cocktail.” Rick’s answer came without pause and without further explanation for a long moment while he mixed up his own drink. Typically, he was not one for drinking too much at any given time. If he was drinking, it was only a beer or two at home and usually within the presence of friends. Drinking more than that was reserved for special occasions such as concerts where he would allow himself to have a few too many mixed drinks and ended up a little tipsy. When he was with Ana or Ana came over, they would share a case of beers or a few glasses of wine together. Altogether, that was often the extent of his drinking. After kicking his addiction to drugs, he had quickly realized that he had a higher risk of developing an addiction to alcohol as well and forced himself to stray away from it. The older he had gotten, the more he had realized that his involvement in the drug scene had affected his consumption of alcohol. Affected meaning when he was truly and totally drunk, he had become very much of a dick. When he was only tipsy or with just a few drinks in him, he was pleasant and buzzed and his personality was highlighted, free of the confines of his mental illnesses and the insecurities that would often hold him back. Regardless, once in a while, he would indulge himself to a mixed drink in the comfort of his own home. Rick was not one for going to public bars or clubs and he had made that fairly clear at the beginning of their relationship. Hell, he made it pretty clear to anyone. The only time he would go to a bar was if he was coming to see his girlfriend or pick her up from the bar at any given time. If he was ever caught at a bar at any other point in time, it was a fluke or the very, very rare occasion he would decide to go out with a friend. The last time that latter situation had occurred, though, it hadn’t ended so well and he had decidedly strayed from it since. Tilting his head with a look of amusement on his face as she brought it to her nose for a whiff and immediately pulled her hand away, he couldn’t help but snicker. For someone who was the cousin of an alcoholic, she didn’t seem spectacularly keen on the alcohol itself. “It’s just Swedish absolut vodka and blue colored Curacao and ice chips… Swedish absolut is a lil’ stronger than th’ American shit but I keep some imported bottles just in case I end up havin’ a party or somethin’… Or if someone wants somethin’ a lil’.” Finishing mixing his own, he took a sip of it and lifted his glass to hers, clinking them together and raising his eyebrows. “Cheers. Just drink it, pussy.”

Aila simply shook her head at Rick, “Those poor polar bears. I though the Switz were supposed to be neutral on everything?” Rick was an interesting creature, a bit standoffish at times and a mystery that Aila was now intrigued in unveiling after meeting him through Hazel. Better yet, who was Hazel hanging around with when she wasn’t in the company of family? “I’m not a cat and shame on you for giving alcohol to your pets.” Grunting before she tossed it back she stuck out her tongue in distaste. “Nope. Nope, nope, nopety, nope.” 

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billiesimmons:

“You said to get you something strong.” She smirked softly. “It definitely won’t kill you.” 

Bringing out her phone to send a quick text, she shook her head at Billie. “If I die, I just informed my family in our group chat that you’re the culprit.” Tossing back the drink she winced as it burned her throat, slightly choking. “Holy crap woman! Why on earth would you drink this for fun? I see spots.” 

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parisrutherford:

“because i like living on the wild side i suppose,” paris said and shrugged her shoulders some. “i don’t mean something like a triple ‘e’ or ‘z’ but i mean, more than the little ‘b’ i’ve got, you know?” she said and picked up a bra that she was definitely going to be getting for herself. “plus i hate washing my dishes, so.”

Aila could only laugh at Paris as she held a piece of cloth that was supposedly called lingerie. “Well maybe we should go and schedule you a boob job and then you can wear this piece of strip,” she laughed tossing the garment towards Paris. “Treat yourself if it’s what you really want. However, if you end up on Botched I will personally be your sidekick so I can get my five minutes of fame.” 

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dawson: i'm sure we can find a way where you'll be a help.

dawson: sorry it's not going to happen.

aila: i could be your personal cheerleader or your hype woman.

aila: you need to get knocked down to know your worth!

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jayce: i know. i gave myself a nickname of j-man. and like people looked at me funny. they said the aliens won't accept me into the next level with a name like that.

jayce: phoenix is a nice name. i'd give you credit.

aila: yeah, j-man's bad. like really bad.

aila: thank you... i don't ask for much.

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parker: i'm not gonna go out and get other people sick, eesh

aila: that's what the last person said and then everyone died.

aila: you want some chicken soup?

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parker: i think i'm coming down with the flu

aila: containment breach. you better stay away from me.

aila: i'll send a drone to bring you some stuff.

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murph: why do assholes in the club try to pick fights with me?

murph: are they trying to lose or something.

murph: 'm so done with drunk assholes at the moment.

aila: i mean look where you work...

aila: no assholes at a library.

aila: don't puff your chest so much. it doesn't look good on you.

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jayce: help me think of a name for my new dog

jayce: picking out a name is so hard

jayce: i don't want to name it something horrible and everyone looks at me funny cause my dog has a weird name.

jayce: am i over thinking this?

aila: yes you are over thinking this?

aila: i like phoenix. no one would expect that. i get credit.

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dawson: does anyone want to help me train in the boxing ring?

dawson: i've got a fight in a few days and i need people to practice with

aila: i don't think i'd be of much help

aila: but i certainly would love to see your ass get kicked