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these wonderful and problematic babies will be penned by SAMMY. please know there will be no interactions with anyone not previously affiliated with poison sorry xoxo

[destrvctions]

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  @oogieonthefritz​

from lottie

from cain

from philip

[ TO MAN ]: open? y or   n

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∘⡊ ☾ ˚  @goldxlocked​

From Lottie

From Cain

From Drunk!Philip

[ To blondie ] : im drnk  [ To blondie ] : coem over  

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rvsethorned‌:

location : wonderland timestamp : 3:07 am status : open to all

soft neon glow illuminates the crowd in which she finds comfort within . perhaps it was foolish of her to spend her few free hours beneath the glimmer of the same lights that ensnared her in such a ruthless way , that soaked into her porcelain skin as if a virus. yet , with steady footfalls she’d managed to weave through the sweat perfumed bodies and closer to her destination . heavy gaze trails the open seat by the bar , a feat if she’d ever known one as elbows brush against her exposed skin . tonight it had seemed had done her in worse than she’d expected , covered in cologne and the distinct smell of whiskey that was not her own . carefully she tugs at lace ridden gloves , fingers gripping the fabric as if a lifeline . “ whatever they’re having –– “ her vocals are soft and swathed in honey as she leans slender bodice against countertop. her gaze lingers upon occupied seat , brows arching in question as she speaks next . “ mind if i sit ? “ 

though he came here on his own free will, philip made a conscious effort not to touch anything or anyone he didn’t have to. to him wonderland reeked of desperation which truthfully made it a wonderful business opportunity. upon a quick scan of his surroundings his gaze fell on the one that made it all seem almost worth it. her presence was enough to convince him that he didn’t need to be completely intoxicated in the pit of sweat and poor lighting. so he settled for a rum and coke as he anticipated her coming over. the very sound of her voice brought back memories. then with a shadow of a smirk he replies, “you always trusted my judgement, aurora.” he turns his head slightly - just enough to take her all in. “no one’s stopping you. if you’ve missed me that much you could have called”

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‘ ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this ’ Hercules @ Cain.

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  RIP VINE MEME

Cain chuckles as his wrist’s rotations cause the amber liquid to splash the sides of the glass. “You must not really know me at all,” he says before taking a sip. “Didn’t you know that there was a time when I wasn’t so… beastly? Some people happen to believe that part is still alive and well, but if you so much as think about this around another person, I will personally ask the Fairy Godmother to turn me into a beast so I can personally rip you to shreds.” He flashes the boy a fangless smile, but knows the threat got across. “Now go on, open it. Just know you can’t say I never did anything for you. She’s not Adeline, but if you miss modeling give her a call. I miss the half decent competition. It’s not like you need your face slapped on anything else, Wonderboy”

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"‘ this bitch empty YEET!!!! ’ Alice @ Philip.

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  RIP VINE MEME

Truthfully, Philip spent most of the conversation zoned out. One arm supporting his chin left the other free to tap idly on the desk as he waited for the (hopefully soon) end. However as the story look an unexpected turn, he growls “be careful!” and in a swift motion he grabs the only framed photo on his desk. While he tells those close to him that it’s there to sympathize with clients and sell his sob story, a part of him isn’t completely convinced anymore that it’s just for show. Perhaps something from his old life really did stick with him even if he’d rather die than admit it. “This photo,” with a quick shake he tucks it away as if it needed to be physically shielded from a 5 foot girl. “Is worth more than you could even fathom and if I had to choose between it and you, it’s no contest, sweet cheeks. Mark my words, I will watch as you living off the streets begging for someone else’s scraps and I will make your life a living hell. Do I make myself clear?” 

[obscuredmemes-blog]

TOUCH MEME

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair

FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails  🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair

NSFW 👋 – spanking them on the booty 💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss 👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice] ✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off 💦 – eating them out 💫 – pulling their hair 🔥 – grinding against them 💧 – bathing them

[drummsinthedeep]

@luckedrcgon @rcttlethestars

[rvsethorned-deactivated20221219]

If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. - Lottie xoxo

& . —  REIGN SEASON TWO QUOTES MEME

RECKLESS , she’d scorn herself later for treating someone so carelessly. as if a rag doll to be cast aside when she’d found them lacking of entertainment. who was she to decide, who was she to cast judgement . her heart aches, for in this world she’d lost more than a friend , tonight was no exception . her brows furrow , cruelty leaks from her tongue in a moment of weakness ( or was it STRENGTH ) ; she , no longer a figment of desire , something to bring pleasure to the highest bidder . she , a girl with feelings , a girl who had thoughts aplenty . “ i’m sorry ,  lottie . “ and she means it , perhaps it’s her softened vocals that sell the part. that truly give the performance a heart where she’s all but lost a grip of her own . it’s a rough night , a mixture of gin lacquering her tongue . “ i  didn’t mean it . “ yes , she did . for , there were tales of beasts and monsters and briar had looked into the mirror and saw nothing but looking back at her . lottie , however , surely saw beautiful flowers blooming , sunsets and rolling hills . the sleeping beauty’s jealousy , her envy , was an ever looming damnation . “ you’ve got to believe me . “ please don’t believe me. 

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‘ can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!! ’ briar @ cain

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  RIP VINE MEME

Cain doesn’t bother concealing his amusement. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t help but wear his heart on his sleeve around her. He knew it’d be useless given her sixth sense to know what people were truly thinking or feeling regardless if they could admit it to themselves or not. “This is why I hesitate when people ask if I have a child. I have you.” He smiles at her - possibly the only shining light in Wonderland. No one believed in him like she did and he couldn’t understand why. With one arm, he wraps an arm around her. “We can get all the waffles you want, but I thought you preferred flapjacks.”

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‘ the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing ’ (falkor at cain lmao)

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  RIP VINE MEME @luckedrcgon

Cain stares blankly at the man before him. He’s not armed with his usual snarky comments tonight. It could be that he’s not sure if it’s supposed to be humorous or a sad story. “What the hell is a ‘yo-ing’ anyway?” He asks even if he doesn’t really want to hear the answer. It was one of his biggest flaws - only asking the questions he knows the answer to. Then an image comes to mind and he scrunches his face up. “Don’t tell me you’re not going to start yo-ing or that there’s even a yo-yo in your pocket. So help me God I will behead you - or get Philip to on the spot.”

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‘ hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside ’ (jim @ lottie!)

∘⡊ ☾ ˚  RIP VINE MEME @rcttlethestars

“Oh, sugar!” The tiny blonde exclaims before showing a complete disregard for personal space by wrapping her arms tightly around the man. “How can I help?” Frantically she looks around the room for something that’ll cheer him up. In this situation she doubts that ball gowns and tiaras will do the trick tonight - or at least not for him. For her? She’d most likely dress up to show support even if he may not see it like that. 

With a snap of her fingers, she has an idea. “So normally I call them man catching beignets, but tonight they’re man cheering up beignets! Let’s go to Tiana’s Place. They have the best ones. Now come on, sugar! Those beignets aren’t gonna eat themselves!”

[fxirytalebound]

☎ ☊ for megara / ♛ ☃ for gaston / ☑ ♥ for ariel

☎ - my muse first contacts in a emergency

“Holden. I know, I know – bad choice, but I’ve never been in a real emergency in this world and I wouldn’t want to endanger Hercules, so he’d have to suffice.”

☊ - keeps my muse grounded or my muse keeps grounded

“Briar, possibly? I feel like our friendship’s one that’ll last for a very long time, so I always tend to visit her if I’m ever in need of an angel on my shoulder while my voice tells me to just go and do it.”

GASTON

♛ - my muse admires

“That’d be Fritz.”

☃ - my muse has very mixed feelings about

“Lottie, I guess. She makes it difficult to resist while being naive, but she recently developed an edge I start to like about her. Don’t worry, the unfamiliar warmth will be gone after a quick workout with my right hand.”

ARIEL

♥ - my muse tends to cling to 

“Falkor, for sure! Maybe Cain and Milo as well? I try to be not as clingy, but whenever I can be around friends, and other, I try my best to be a part of their world.”

☑ - my muse wants to know better

“Peter sounds like a lot of fun, and I don’t know him that well, so I think maybe Peter?”

[fxirytalebound]

megara - ! ☃ ✗

☃ - my muse has very mixed feelings about

“That’d be Philip. He reminds me of one of those Tamagotchis you constantly have to feed and play with or else they’d die. A real pain in the ass, that one. He might be cute and all, but, pass.”

✗ - my muse likes to pick arguments / fights with

“Cain and I usually bond over casual verbal fights.”

! - makes my muse piss their pants / run in fear at their presence

“I’m usually not afraid, but I’m not a fan of my employers, really.”

[littlelovelymemes]

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

[ambiguousinnocence]

PETER ,  JARETH ,  HANSEL .

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goldxlocked‌:

TIMESTAMP: This time last year 

LOCATION: Marigold’s Room, Local Motel 

STATUS: closed // @destrvctions // Cain

MARIGOLD LOCKE NEVER gave much thought to the future. She didn’t even care so much for the present, either. At all costs, she preferred to keep her thoughts far away from her current actions and the possible consequences of them. Her inexperience with dealing with the ramifications of her mistakes gave her only one option when they caught up with her, which was to call upon someone else to help deal with them. 

SENT ( text: me  → beast ) : come over tonight

SENT ( text: me  → beast ) : and bring a pregnancy test?

SENT ( text: me  → beast ) : and chinese food

SENT ( text: me  → beast ) : PLEASE don’t forget the chinese food!!

She lay on her bed as she waited for the man to arrive, and was nearly half asleep when a harsh banging on the door jolted her awake. She hurried towards the door and hissed as she answered it, “Christ. Can you chill the fuck out? If you knock any harder you’re going to knock the place down.” She stepped aside to let him in, then closed and locked the door behind him. “I’ve already had two noise complaints this week. Did you bring the food?”

Cain was never much of a planner and this predicament he found himself in? The last person he expected to be in it with was Marigold. One would think that given their respective professions they would know how to proceed with caution. Of course, he cared about his favorite pickpocket, but he didn’t think either of them were ready to raise a kid be it on their own or together. Though, most of Fabletown would agree it’d be two taller children raising a smaller one. Honestly he couldn’t disagree as he’s never had that much responsibility before. 

So he finds himself at her door, going through the texts for the fifth time to make sure that he had everything she’d asked for. As the realizations continued to flow in, the more it built on his anxiety. Which he took it out on her door. He couldn’t fathom why she’d ask him to come over and not answer the door. “Those first two had nothing to do with me,” he shoots her a look as he lets himself in. “I wouldn’t have to knock so damn loudly if you would’ve answered. Yes, I have the food, but you’re taking that test the test first. I have to know.”

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milo-james-thatch‌:

The slurred words that erupted from Cain as the door opened in front of Milo made him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Well, first confusion, then a mild worry for Cain’s mental state, before an un-amused expression settled into the droop of his eyelids at the resolution (and reaffirmation) that Cain was an idiot.

“Morri’s a new one, but I much prefer Milo, which I know you know, so you can stop that at any point, by the way.” Milo raised an eyebrow, looking at the sway in Cain’s stance. 

“If I may offer some advice, I think you’re in no state to be walking around, Cain.” The tone of Milo’s voice was both stern yet gentle; one that of a professor’s light scolding. He mentally thwacked himself when he caught his speech habits in the classroom sneaking into casual conversation yet again.

“You should probably lie down. And I, uh, brought tea, ‘cause, I don’t know, tea always makes me feel better when I’m drunk. Though…I’m not sure you exactly…want to not be drunk and - 

- a-anyways,” Milo exhaled softly, tips of his ears heating from embarrassment in catching his rambling, “let me in? It’s cold.”

Cain frowns as he examines the man. He certainly wasn’t expecting this visitor. Normally in times such as this, Morrigan would waltz in as if she had the sixth sense. Had he called him? Did they have plans? Being as disorganized as he was, Cain knew both could be a possibility and with a shrug he buried the thought. With another swift (yet obnoxious movement) he moves aside for Milo to let him in. 

However when he speaks, Cain’s previously closing lids flutter open. “You don’t know Morri?!” And before he can add anything else, he concentrations on making a mental note of introducing them. “She could eat you, you know.... but with a second look -” he pauses to examine Milo. “It wouldn’t do her much good unless she’s looking for something light.”

Following Milo’s words, Cain erupts in a fit of laughter. “Oh yeah?!” He challenges. “I can do more than walk. I can run or dance - just say the word!” Truthfully, even if Milo didn’t respond, Cain would have for him and starts stumbling his way to his speakers. 

“Why would I lie down? I’m not even sleepy!” His words beginning to blend together, but he doesn’t have the motivation to make sure they’re separated. After all a professor should have the ability to decipher nonsense. “Silly Miolo,” he says under his breath with a shake of his head and a trace of a smile on his face. Then he abruptly looks at the man. “You should change your name to that. It’s fun to say. Try it. Meeee- ohhh- lohhhh.”

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rvsethorned‌:

SHE SCOFFS ; air of distaste evident as features contort. First, nose scrunches as she feels throat as dry as the sahara itself. Narrowed gaze follows. He’d always been one for gifts, tokens of his affection, anything to show others how much he’d cared without so much as lifting a finger. It had been materialized, everything in her memories had been tainted with the reminder that it was his longing for the chase, his lust for excitement that had pulled the pair together, and ultimately apart. She’d been nothing but a conquest, a girl of no agency in his mind who’d been aching for a prince to save her. She’d saved herself in this world, had she not? “I actually plan on returning them to you. I’ve no need for trinkets, especially from the likes of you.”  Her words are sour, curdling against her tongue as they spill. 

It’s beneath her breath that the next words follow, eyes rolling behind lids as she settles in across from him in a moment of self induced torture. “I don’t really believe that fact harbours any sort of weight considering –– “ Gloved digits intertwine with one another as she sets hands upon tabletop, heaving a sigh before continuing. Briar knows there’s little to gain from a conversation with her tormentor, yet an inkling of bravery overcomes her and she cannot help but feel as though this is a dream she may simply conquer. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ve no interest in anything you’ve got to say or do –– so, nights spent at Wonderland and gifts left at my doorstep are never going to matter. It’s becoming quite pathetic, wouldn’t you say?” 

In that moment Philip was confident that nothing would give him more satisfaction than her reaction. It proved that not only could he get under her skin, there was a possibility that it stung which would suggest on some level she still cares. While it was a test to see if there was anything left between them (on her side at the very least), it was his chosen medium to show affection. Gifts were tangible and visible. In his mind if you can see it, it’s harder to ignore its presence or its validity.  “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you convince yourself that you could escape your past if you tried your hardest?” He leans forward with raised eyebrows. “Can I let you in on a little secret? Try as you might, but I am a part of your story and judging by your expression I still am.”

It only fuels his confidence when she succumbs and sits across from him. By no means of force she decided on her own to stay, but whether he’d genuinely acknowledge what she had to say was uncertain. He notices the gloves for what feels like the first time and despite his effort he stares blankly at them for a moment too long. Her words are amusing to him and he doesn’t attempt to wipe the smirk from his face. “I see you’re still fooling yourself, my dear. You’ve been here less than five minutes and you’ve already proven that it does, in fact, matter. Why else would you show up clearly so hot and bothered by it all?”

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milo-james-thatch‌:

date: december location: winter masquerade availability: closed to cain @destrvctions

Truthfully, it took every ounce of Milo’s willpower to stop getting a headache from overthinking the events that transpired just a little while ago. Though he was never a fan to get completely wasted at public events, loud and persistent thoughts definitely pushed him to drink three glasses of wine as opposed to his usual two at affairs such as this one. 

Emotionally and socially tired from being around so many people all at once, Milo made the mistake of taking off his mask to expose his face to the public eye in an attempt to relax. Finishing off his glass, Milo was startled when he caught Cain’s eye from a little distance away. A strange mix of nervousness and titillation flooded his chest as he quickly shielded his identity with his mask, as fruitless as it may be.

Seeking out the privacy that the hallway provided, slow and steady steps gradually allowed Milo to tune out the harsh static of hundreds of voices. However, it seemed that another pair of footsteps joined his own, causing him to turn around with a weak smile, hidden underneath his mask.

“…I hope the party’s been treating you well, Cain. This stuff is…what you’re used to right? In your past life, at least…”

Despite what his poor drinking habits may suggest - Cain never lost control. So it was strange to see Milo walk in with Ella. Sure he came here with another girl (and a gorgeous one at that), but seeing the two together didn’t sit right with him. The easy answer was that they had things they needed to discuss. Although confrontation was never one of Cain’s strengths. He’d very much rather push the source of the problems as far away from him as possible. 

This situation (whatever it was) was no exception. Cain didn’t necessarily want to make something of it - at least not in the traditional sense if it were even possible. A pair of kings wasn’t common and he was in no mood to start it. A part of him knows he’s still not over Belle and that it wouldn’t be fair to anyone if he gave off the impression he could give them something he couldn’t. Yes, conscious Cain knew that, but his dreams told a different story. 

As fate would have it, Cain glanced back at Milo at the exact moment the other man did the same. It was enough to quiet the voices. After all it seemed apparent that they both wanted the same thing - each other... or at least in one context. So he follows Milo away from the crowd. For once he’s not the first to speak as the words can’t seem to come out until Milo’s finished. Perhaps giving Milo a chance to remind Cain why they could never work out. “Yeah, you could say that,” he says as he tries to read Milo. “Although I don’t think you quite got the memo.. the point of a masquerade is to wear the mask. Yeah for some it’s hard to hide beauty like exhibit A” Cain adds with a gesture to himself to try to make the awkwardness (whether real or imagined) disappear). “Anyway are you enjoying yourself?”