mackyeccleston:
“I really do.” She snorted, shrugging her shoulders. “Lucas, as I quote Dennis Reynolds; I swear to god if you text Emilia and tell her about this, I will yank your underwear over your head so hard your asshole will rip in half.”
“A wedgie?” He blurted, “You’re threatening me with a wedgie?” But, okay, there was still a very real possibility that Macky would go through with it, and even in his drunken state, Lucas was well aware of that fact. With a dramatic guffaw, he threw up his hands in surrender, leaning back against the bar. “Fine! I can’t even find my phone anyway, so whatever. You win this time, Eccie -- Echo... Echel-Liechtenstein.” Eccleston was a tongue-twister, but Liechtenstein came out just fine.















