For a good time

Esmeralda Scarlett. Call me whatever you want as long as you give me what I need. Find me at the bar for a drink or ask if you are looking for something a little bit more ;)

[somewhat-disney-rp-blog]

Cutting posts

So tumblr has decided to be a dumbass and posts can’t be cut by conventional means anymore. To cut posts now you need to download the new xkit and turn on the editable reblog feature. We aren’t going to require that you get xkit, but trust me it helps

[call-for-a-fun-time]

You’re the best, babe.

Also, I can’t just reply to posts anymore?! What the fuck has happened to this website!

[call-for-a-fun-time]

What’s up sluts?

[simbaleon-thegreat]

call-for-a-fun-time:

SO where is the mirror at? Obviously you’re talking to yourself.”

[call-for-a-fun-time]

If I wanted to talk to myself I wouldn’t leave my apartment, asshole. Besides, slut isn’t the right word for me. I’m classier than that. 

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Hey lovely people... I’ve obvs been gone a while. How the fuck do we RP with the new dumb tumblr setup? I can’t cut my posts anymore. 

[call-for-a-fun-time]

What’s up sluts?

[sourpuss-sawyer]

[nods in agreement still sipping] Good point. Those fuckers can drive to me. [laughs] Correction, you’ll be getting good tips my smokin’ hot friend. [slows down on the sipping due to brain freeze] There. Happy? [laughs some more] Oh what to do with my life now. What to do, what to do.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

*wiggles her eyebrows* That's more like it. *leans against the bar and chuckles* You'll figure out somethin', sweetie. Cute little blonde like you. What do you do now? Student? Have a job? Mommy and Daddies support?

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

I would ask what you do for a living but that implies that I actually care and it would further into a line of questioning where you ask a similar question and I’m not in the mood for those civilities.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Good. I don't really like telling anyway. Everyone has a right to keep to their own business and I typically like reminding people to exercise that right. 

[sourpuss-sawyer]

[furrows brows] Well fuck. How am i supposed to get some on the regular if none of them live in town? [huffs] I am not about to be driving all over this god forsaken country to just find a hot guy. [rolls her eyes then gets excited and claps] Yeeesss! [takes a big long sip] Oh..my..god. This is amazing. You will be getting a very nice tip by the time I leave my beautiful friend. [laughs and sips more]

[call-for-a-fun-time]

See that is the hard part. Convince one of their sorry asses to stay is my best bet! Don't you drive to them. You are a sexy woman. Make them drive to you. *nods and pours herself a rum and coke and sips it* *laughs* I prefer the term smoking hot to beautiful *winks* But I guess I'll take the compliment. 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

Nah I wouldn’t switch jobs. The one I have pays too well to find one to match and I doubt I could find something else that so accurately suited my skill set.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

You know, I oddly relate to that. I mean, I could always use something more consistent but I definitely couldn't find another that fits me quite as well I think. 

[sourpuss-sawyer]

Well, without any fucking notice is completely awful. So fuck him. I gave him a second chance and he blew it. [rests her elbows on the bar, and her chin on the palm of her hand] Good. Super hot men are good to have in stock. I didn’t know we had super hot men in this town. [shrugs]

I love margaritas. I love pretty much anything that tastes good and gives me a buzz so lay it on me hot mama. [laughs]

[call-for-a-fun-time]

*wiggles her finger* No no, we only have a handful of super hot men that actually live in town and they are pretty much all taken at this point. BUT we do have a flow of super hot men that always seem to be coming through and just spending the night. We seem to be a pretty popular rest stop. *chuckles and pushes a large margarita towards her* My treat, babe. Drink up! 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

*shrugs* Maybe, but knowing my luck I”d probably end up somewhere worse than this little scrap of nowhere.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Without changing continents I'm not sure if you can get much worse. Sounds like your job has shitty perks. Ever thought of changing careers to suit your lavish lifestyle more? Somewhere in the city? 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

Job transfer. Not my choice of relocation, but not much you can do about that.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Your employer sounds like he or she sucks if they made you transfer to this hell hole. Hopefully you've done enough to have another relocation in your near future.

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

I know what you mean, if I had known the town was this bad I wouldn’t have left Naples.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

You left Naples to come here? Jesus, what the hell drew you here of all places? Obviously not our outstanding bar selection. 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

Yet another fault of this pezzo di merda town. This town is too small and London is too far away.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Couldn't agree with you more. I go one weekend to work in London every so often and I ask myself each time why the fuck I come back here after. 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

[disneysdarkangel]

You’d think that someone would figure out that wine tastes better when it’s older than you are and scotch is only good when it’s old enough to order it’s own scotch.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Sweetie, you're lucky if these twats can tell the difference between scotch and whisky, never mind its age. People come here to get shit faced, *shrugs* not sip a classy wine and have an intelligent conversation. 

[disneysdarkangel]

This town does not stock good alcohol

I find this to be very offensive.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Of course we don't stock good alcohol. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere England, not Russia, and if you look at who lives in our town, you can see why we don't special order anything. 

With the exception of one or two people, most just order the cheap ass stuff and still think it is fantastic. 

[sourpuss-sawyer]

[rolls her eyes] More like a case of him just up and leaving without a warning for the second time. [laughs and walks inside] I will definitely try. A walk of shame might work, but we shall see. Super hot men are a must. [takes a seat at the bar] I'll start out with whatever you recommend.

[call-for-a-fun-time]

Yeah, shit happens. Lots of people up and leave here. I promise, you'll move on and forget about him. *walks behind the bar and throws her hair up in a ponytail* We have a constant stream of super hot men come through so we will definitely hook you up. *starts taking glasses out from behind the bar* Well, I personally like strong drinks but you look like a margarita person to me so how does a strong margarita sound? 

[call-for-a-fun-time]

My Dearest Court,

You still creepin' around? You want Angel/Esme to talk? I know Bryce is a bit incapacitated at the moment from what I've seen.  And Astrid and Esme don't really seem like they would exactly talk too much...