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me when i leave the house
The "turnoff" "turnon" game. Ask me anything and I will answer if it is a turn off or turn on.
a-drag0ns-den started following you
heeeeeey :3
Where are all of you from?
((Georgia too…))
((Kentucky))
((Pennsylvania/NY))
((uH yeah I'm out for the night really tired being responsible for once goodnight guys sorry I'm not too active sometimes))
((so uH zillyhoo and roxy huntin some vodkacorns in order to drink its wonderful vodka blood and go down in history as the crunkest of the crunk B)
i imagine roxy would be a little sad upon killing it i mean they probably should have just kept it alive and you know but whatever accidents happen
roxy lost her scarf halfway through i guess they lasso’d the thing or s/t
best crack bromance right here 0k everyone else go the fuq home
cuz uH thewickedcalliope and i were having some awesome chats B) ))
(EVERYONE OMFG LOOK THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER„„, /DED)
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HeY rOxY, i GoT aN iDeA fOr SoMe ShIt We CaN pUlL.
:oDDD
ooh what kinda shenans do you got in mind??
(WOOP forgot I can't go on my dash in public lmfao 6_9)
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(goddamnit pj lmao)
Dirk ==> : Party Rock is in the Apartment Tonight
Your name is Dirk Strider and a Fanta Vodka drink doesn’t sound half bad.
You notice your bottle of fanta is now only halfway full, as is the vodka bottle. You think a moment. Adding more substance to the vodka will spread it out, and adding orange soda might make it the drunken nectar of the gods. “Why the fuck not, tonight’s a night for indulging a little, so why not let the fanta indulge in a little alcohol too? He took the fanta bottle and removed poured the contents into the vodka bottle, a little glad that you were in charge of that and not Roxy. No offense to her but you were the most sober right now and didn’t want to end up cleaning liquor and orange soda out of a white carpet and killing the mood.
You considered Roxy your closest friend, followed by Jake and then Jane. You were glad to have her there for you during high school and everything, even if you didn’t exactly change much, except a rapid height spurt over the summer between junior and senior year. You were also glad to have been there for her when freshman year rolled around and she almost ended up in a load of trouble, which was avoided thanks to you. You were glad to have helped her out though, you feel it brought you two closer, and it was part of why you two currently lived together. You took a sip of your drink concoction. Shit, it tasted good. You took another few sips and were very glad Roxy had suggested it.
Your name is Dirk Strider and you feel like tonight is a night for heavy drinking.
Your name is Roxy Lalonde and you can tell that he likes it.
"Good, I'm proud of you Strider, maybe you're not such a huge hardass all the time after all" you laugh mostly because you know he definitely isn't, and this isn't the first time he's spent the night drinking with you. You know that he knows how to have fun, and he isn't always as serious as you make him out to be. He just has his own sense of humor, which might seem a little uptight to those who don't really know him that well. You just wish he wouldn't worry so much. You want him to have fun, and smile for once, since that's such a rare fucking occurrence.
You take the bottle back for him and take a few sips of your own. It's not bad. Kind of like the orange vodka you'd managed to get for the two of you that one time, only sweeter. You totally get why the guy loves this stuff so much. You make a mental note to mix the two together more often, which would be easier if the Dirk wasn't so serious about his stupid orange soda. You always had to ask him first if you could have any. Sometimes you just took it without asking though, trying to play it off like he just wasn't keeping track properly. You know he can always tell when you're bullshitting though. He knows you way too well for that, but it doesn't make it any less fun for you.
You were so glad that you would be 21 soon enough and you wouldn't have to jump through all these hoops to get your alcohol. Which made you feel like sort of an alcoholic to think about the trouble you go through. Maybe you were. You're sure everyone else thought you were, and it's not like Dirk really approved of the way you spent your time. It had just sort of become a habit, more since you started college than in your high school years. That's not to say that it wasn't something you did often before you moved out. It definitely was. Your mom never really paid attention, so why the fuck not. It had been better than dealing with how shitty you felt about your life, and the habit had just kind of continued into college where it had gotten more frequent because there wasn't any restriction on you, if you were able to keep it under wraps for the most part.
Your name is Roxy Lalonde and you don't know where you would be without Dirk.
((looking through the skirt tag because i was thinking of roxy and like the 10th thing down is a feferi cosplay guys we are in EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TAG LOL))
‘lol ok’
yup, she’s drunk again. At least she pays you gas money. Not like you drive your car often, but when you do you forget that you need gas at times.
you brush your horrendously thick hair, throw on a camel colored corduroy overcoat, put on your black patent leather shoes, (you’re already wearing jeans and a ranodm blue t-shirt, it’s captain america or something, you don’t know it’s old and the screen printing is so faded it looks like some kind of modern art gone wrong), and you put on your cabby hat.
You get your wallet and keys ready and watch some food network while waiting for her to arrive.
You make your way over, your grey pea coat conveniently keeping the wind from going right through you. There had been a streak of nice weather, but had gotten a little chilly the past couple days, and you figure that the pink skirt you're wearing may not have been the best choice. Your black stockings keep it from being too much of a problem though, along with the cute pink flats you'd dug out from under your bed. The color matched the skirt perfectly, and so you felt like it this would be the time to wear them. Not that you were especially fashion savvy or anything. You figured the grey off the shoulder tee you were wearing looked pretty nice, but maybe Eridan would tell you otherwise. Whatever. At least the cold weather gave you an excuse to break out the scarves.
You finally arrive, knocking on his door and waiting for his answer, going over in your mind whether or not you've forgotten anything.
Nope, you're pretty sure you've got everything. All set to go.