crashing all around;

I knew that….but you’re still cute. I am I always regret everything I do but oh well!

#{ exchange }#{ loud drunkass }

I'm not. I think you're a lot more drunk than you think you are.

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Oh - no, you don’t have to be sorry…I was just wondering if I had something, like on my face. Nah, ruining what mood? It’s not like this place is really exciting anyways.

#{ exchange }#{ shit she noticed }

No offense, obviously but... If you're unhappy, why don't you leave? I couldn't find anything worth doing besides sitting here contemplating why people still bother to throw parties when there is absolutely zero fun. But that depends on what your idea of fun is, of course.

"People mistake me for a bitch all of the time but I tell them that the only bitches around here are the huntin’ dogs down in the village. Call me Blue, would you? It’s my name and I’ve formed the opinion that it’s a nice one," she examined her charcoal-darkened nails before cleaning her hand with a quick swipe to her jeans. Grinning, Blue held it out to him. “‘S nice to meet you again?"

#{ exchange }#{ that artsy girl }

"They mistake you for that?" He chuckled softly - not quite what one would expect. She wasn't the least bit frightening, or intimidating. But then again, he wasn't typically annoyed or scared by anything in particular. "You are more of a brat than a bitch." He paused. Damn. Bad move.

"That was actually supposed to be a compliment. Nice to meet someone who isn't head over heels for cheap alcohol, actually."

Maybe that someone could be you…or not I don’t know. I might I don’t know…I will do something stupid sober anyways!

#{ loud drunkass }#{ exchange }

I was looking for someone; I'm not here to make you company or take you home. But with all due respect, you'll regret all those drinks.

And I have one too since you seem intent on callin’ me an Artsie. It’s Blue. I didn’t realize that I lost my name when I started attending Gallagher’s, thanks for remindin’ me. I’m sorry if I came off as rude. Although, I’m kind of not ‘cos your reply was just as rude.

#{ that artsy girl }#{ exchange }

I wasn't rude. I was honest, there is a difference there. Unless you are one of those people who mistake me for an asshole, which is fine. I'm giving you a last chance -- what do you want me to call you?

No one is ever drunk enough…I mean I’m sure not.

#{ exchange }#{ loud drunkass }

As you wish. Someone should take you to the dorm. You're on the verge of doing something stupid.

Why look at that! The Grinch is out of his natural habitat after Christmas. I didn’t say it was my light, sunshine. I only said that you were in the way of my eye sight. Even if you aren’t a sore sight for my eyes to see, you aren’t what I was drawin’.

#{ that artsy girl }#{ exchange }

I actually have a name. It's Caleb. You have fun with your rays of light, I'm moving, if that's what you wanted, before the name calling gets unnecessarily petty.

To be honest I had some drinks before getting here and it was probably not the best idea? I apologize for any actions that will happen in the near future.

#BLESS HER SHE'S MY TYPE OF GIRL RN #{ exchange }#{ loud drunkass }#he's such a bore

You seem drunk enough to stop, don't you think?

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"Um, is there a reason that you’re staring at me ..or -"

#hi #hi h i #no it isn't a bad starter ok shh #{ exchange }#{ shit she noticed }

I'm sure I was not looking at you in any way, shape or form. I'm looking for someone. Excuse me for ruining the mood.

Don’t just sit in my drawing light. You’re ruining a perfectly good portrait with your face and well— your whole body.