[catsiel]

[alaric-larson-blog]

Pretty sure I have food poisoning...

[charles-heart-deactivated201305]

Oopsie. Sounds bad.

[alaric-larson-blog]

It feels even worse. I should stop opting for Chinese food. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Pretty sure I have food poisoning...

[babydollclaire]

Alright then, great! I hope it gives you a bit of a break, it sounds like you need it.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Thanks, Baby. Hey...how'd you get that nickname, anyway? I've heard my fair share of strange nicknames, but none of them have ever sounded like a term of endearment.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Addison | Ric

[blacktempests]

Addison chuckled softly. “I bet you do, boy.” She walked across the bar, grabbing her bag off of the chair. Luckily, she kept her gun on her person at all times, though where was a different answer everyday. “Why don’t you just scurry on home, little boy, before Momma comes a’callin’. Don’t want to get in trouble now, do you? Did you make sure to take out the trash before you came out to play?” Her voice dripped with condescension as she dug through her bag, grabbing her phone. She fired off a text to Ben, hoping that he would get it in time to alert Edward of the situation. Though they were still under lockdown, Addison would not go down without a fight. “Please, do us all a favor and go home, before you hurt yourself. I think I hear Marcus calling for another dick sucking.”

[alaric-larson-blog]

In his inebriated state, Ric couldn’t understand why Addison wasn’t responding the way he thought she would. Was she really that dull? Or was she trying to shake him off? He shook his head from side to side in an attempt to drown out her taunts so that he could think clearly. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he watched her grab her bag. “Shut up! Shut up!” He yelled, staggering from side to side as he moved in closer towards her. With his anger already bubbling, her last comment had sent him over the edge. Alaric wasn’t sure if she was taking a personal stab at his sexuality (which wouldn’t have been possible seeing as how she didn’t even know him), but that comment had broken any kind of restraint he had not to attack her. Taking two large steps forward, Ric lunged towards the dark haired female and swung a closed fist towards her face. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Addison | Ric

[blacktempests]

I make a habit of ignoring babbling idiots.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Ric could feel his anger building after every word that left Addison’s mouth. His hands were curled into fists by his side as he struggled to keep focus and stand straight with toppling over. This wasn’t how Ric wanted their first confrontation to go- being drunk and strung out on liquid courage made it ten times harder to keep his thoughts moving in one straight line. Every fiber in his body ached for him to rush at the woman in front of him and wrap his hands around her neck. Even though his brain was half- muddied by the alcohol, there was still a bit of logic in there telling him that attacking would be an awful idea. Mostly because his gun was sitting back in his apartment. Ric never liked carrying weapons on his night off. “Oh yes, I know your secret, Addison, and if you keep fucking around I will make sure you beg for mercy. I know where you live, after all.” 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Pretty sure I have food poisoning...

[songbirdbelle]

Either way I think it calls for water and bed rest. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

 Yes, Mama Belle. I know that look means serious business. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Pretty sure I have food poisoning...

[babydollclaire]

Well… That’s a shame and quite painful. Would you like something to drink? Ginger ale would do you some good.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Ginger ale sounds perfect right about now. I haven't been able to keep much down today, but hopefully my stomach will give me a bit of a break. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Pretty sure I have food poisoning...

Either that or withdrawals kicked in ridiculously early. 

[julisworking]

[alaric-larson-blog]

Woke up just in time

[babydollclaire]

Lind Evangelista once said she won’t get out of bed for less than $10,000. Make that your motto.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Some people get all the luck when it comes to fame and beauty, in her case. I may have to settle for something simple like a bowl of cereal or coffee. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Woke up just in time

[dorameadowes]

I would drink to that if it weren’t so early.

[alaric-larson-blog]

Oooo, I could go for a Mimosa now that you mentioned it. It's got orange juice in it so it could technically count as a breakfast item. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Woke up just in time

[onyxedideas]

It’s almost 10am, that’s hardly anyone’s working definition of early.

[alaric-larson-blog]

It's early for someone who has no business being awake at 10am. That someone would be me. The weather isn't motivating me to get out of bed, either. 

[alaric-larson-blog]

Woke up just in time

to roll over and go back to sleep. It's too damn early. 

[callmebucky]

[x]

[comonteiths-deactivated20141222]

[alaric-larson-blog]

I'm starting to regret staying home tonight.

[songbirdbelle]

You are not eatin’ a whole cake for the rest of the week! I’ll come over and cook for you if I have to. Ooo, you’re just the worst. Half a glass. That’s it.

Make yourself comfortable, sweetie. Don’t mind the mess and watch out for flying flour.

[alaric-larson-blog]

I'm not going to let you slave away in my kitchen for a week. I'd be a horrible friend for using you like that. I can always order take-out, or invest in frozen dinners. 

Mind if I assist you? I think I can manage to not screw the cake up if you're keeping an eye on what I'm doing. Who taught you all of this cooking stuff, anyway?

[alaric-larson-blog]

I'm starting to regret staying home tonight.

[songbirdbelle]

Well since you asked so nicely and since I can’t say no to you…

What are you in the mood for? Cupcakes? Cookies? A cake?

[alaric-larson-blog]

A whole cake?! Hmm...that's perfect. It'll feed me for the upcoming week. A glass of wine counts as clean fun, right?  Dessert isn't dessert without a glass of wine.