Um, about a day and a half. I can’t even tell you how many times I thought I was going to fall over and die.
Did you not ask someone for directions? Or maybe a map? Oh my gosh, I would starve to death!
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Um, about a day and a half. I can’t even tell you how many times I thought I was going to fall over and die.
Did you not ask someone for directions? Or maybe a map? Oh my gosh, I would starve to death!
It’s honestly a miracle.. but knowing my luck the next time I go out i’ll get completely lost.
Sometimes, I still get lost believe it or not. This place is still way too large for someone like me.
I don’t think you realize how happy I am that I finally found the kitchen.
How long did it take you?
Went exploring and didn’t get lost! I find that as a success.
How is that even possible? It took me a week to be able to walk around without getting lost in the halls!
"Personality affects appearance, so i always think positively"
Some booze would be perfect right now.
There's an entire cabinet of booze in the kitchen. Go crazy.
You saying that seeing me wank is painful? Damn you’re a prude.
Jaiden. Don’t call me anything.
What would you rather me say? That seeing you wank is the highlight of my night?
Nice meeting ya, Jaiden.
Ah don’t be modest, you wanted to know.
Next time I ask, please slap me. I'm pretty sure it would be less painful then seeing the picture in my head.
I'm Beatrice, by the way, but you can just call me Bea.
Here’s the thing. I’m looking to get drunk. Alone. With my right hand and a good porno on the telly. You get me?
Yeah, I get you. You didn't have to go all into detail; what you do in your free time is your business.
To be totally honest, I’d rather be drunk right now.
I'm pretty sure there's some booze in the kitchen if you're looking to get hammered.
That was my plan. Actually, I was going to try to find someone hot here first, then if it fails, head out to a bar.
Ahh, sounds like a good plan to me. So how's the search going so far? Find anyone worth banging?
Damn, it sure has been awhile since I’ve been laid.
Well, how 'bout you hit up a bar or something? I'm pretty sure you'll get lucky pretty fast.
Someone just asked me for a picture, but they said Gemma instead of Perrie.. What the fuck is going on?
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
If your boyfriend and your dad swapped bodies and the only way to get them to switch back was to have sex with one of them, which one would you do?
That might be the strangest question anyone's ever asked me..
Let’s Get Crazy → Niall & Beatrice
Beatrice turned her blue eyes to the full mirror in front of her, looking herself over. They started from the bottom, where she stood in her jet black pumps she had been waiting to have an excuse to wear. Her gaze trailed over her skin tight short black dress, which revealed the curves she enjoyed showing off. Then finally, her blues laid right on her face, a smile slapped across her bright red lips and her curly brown hair bouncing every time she moved. It had taken her a bit longer than she expected to get ready, and she knew Niall would be here any moment now. The girl was really excited - ecstatic, almost - to go partying again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to a club and almost missed the burning feeling of a shot sliding down her throat.
Running her hand through her curls, she turned and strutted towards a her vanity, which held a small white clutch, which contained her phone and wallet. Beatrice pursed her lips as she dug out her phone and checked it. Eleven. It was really early to go partying, she realized, although getting there early was something she knew would be a good thing. It gave them more time to have a bit of elbow room before people began packing the place. She was never good around large crowds of people, especially people who were intoxicated by the poison being served, so she hoped to drink and dance for a few hours with the lad and leave.