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text | amira
murphy: 'm not complaining about being in an irish pub having a lock in.
murphy: what 'm going to complain about is the awful singing that's going on.
murphy: my ears fuckin' hurt it's that bad.
amira: a lock in? sorry?
TEXT // AMIRA
paris: STOP STOP STOP
paris: god, you've TALKED ME INTO IT
amira: MUAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHA it was too easy
TEXT // AMIRA
paris: DON'T ENCOURAGE ME AMIRA
paris: uGH remind me to not ask you to help me in a crisis
amira: DO IT DO IT DO IT
TEXT // AMIRA
paris: have you ever watched sex toy specials on late night tv?
paris: bc they're super convincing and i'm 80% sure i might spend 100 dollars on this shit
paris: stop me pls
amira: u are such a wild one
amira: do it
amira: spend the 100 dollars
Text | amira
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?
amira: well you must include a photo and/or video of said dog
amira: i would also appreciate an invite to SEE said dog
text | amira
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.
amira: ooh what happened
amira: what's the tea
text | amira
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
amira: oh no
amira: i am not the one for that
parisrutherford:
“okay, you caught me. i’m actually half robot, you know like the terminator?” she went on and smiled over at the other girl. she hated when women put themselves down in comparison to her, paris knew she was beautiful but that didn’t mean other girls weren’t standing beside her. “i’m paris by the way, i don’t think i got your name, sweets.”
“half robot, you’re a riot.” she teased, holding her hand out when the woman introduced herself. “nice to meet you, love. i’m amira.”
zaydenxabrams:
“Oh please, don’t apologize. It happens to the best of us” he said. “Not really. It made me look like an idiot but it didn’t kill my pride”
“there ya go!” she cheered, smiling. “don’t let it kill your pride. what a legend.”
minjiduh:
minji’s eyes scanned the menu board, though she practically knew it by heart. “i called off work only to find out i had today off, anyway. i have to say it’s a pretty good day.” she said with a giggle as they stood in line. “how’s yours? besides, you know, the incident.”
“oh, that sounds wonderful. where do you work?” she asked, shrugging as she asked about her day in return. “the incident was... clearly a shining point in my day.” she joked, blushing slightly. “i didn’t really have any plans until now, so... it’s been pretty boring.”
axelmccready:
“Pizza sounds perfect right now.. I’m down.”
“what do you want for toppings? this is a very controversial topic, y’know.”
rheacohen:
Rhea pouted when she realized Amira was actually going to take her home. “Wait–I don’t like that option. Let’s go with door number two. Oh! Look, number two is over there,” she smiled, pointing to the near empty dance floor.
“oh my god, rhea. you’re so much.” she chuckled, shaking her head. “i’ll give you a dance and that’s it. we’re going home after. deal?”
billiesimmons:
“sweetheart what you need is some water and some aspirin.” she laughed. “or else you might throw up those tacos later.”
amira pouted, shaking her head. “tacos. i want tacos.”
“What on God’s good green earth is this?” she took the glass from the others hand and brought it up to her nose for a sniff to quickly bring it away from burning her nose any further. “Are you trying to poison me?”
“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.”
It was nearly last call, but the DJ still had twenty minutes on the floor. Rhea’s alcohol level was… questionable. But she still wasn’t falling down, so that was a plus. “I’m not drunk, but I do feel good. And you get to dance with me. Or walk me home. I haven’t decided which one I need more right now.”
“babe... i am walking you the fuck home.” amira stated firmly, clearing her throat once she realized she was just as drunk, if not more so, than her friend. “come on, hot stuff.”
“work was a total bore and i am starving.” she sighed. “want to go get some food with me? i was thinking mexican.”
“tacos!” the drunk girl yelled. “i want tacos! yes! let’s go!”
mickeyslater:
“well if you aren’t that’s fine too. i can just go home and play with my dog and sing ta myself.” he teased with a big smile.
“oh, so you’ve got a dog? now i’m interested.”
