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Ava: girl you have to watch zoolander

Ava: like the fuck

j: is that the one with the guy who makes a fish face a lot?

#t #avawilliam-s

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Ava: no, its just a sad and strangled cry for help

j: ...awkward

j: is it something some hot chocolate and peppermint bark would help?

#t #avawilliam-s

wesmccarthy:

“You see another one of these anywhere?” Wes held up the (empty) bottle of Jack, eyeing the lipstick around the rim. “One that wasn’t…contaminated, preferably?”

J laughed and handed him the bottle of whiskey in her hand, after checking the rim for traces of her own red lipstick. “Does this work?”

#c #wesmccarthy #would love to plot!!

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Ava: i think im getting the black lung pop

j: is this a euphemism for something

#t #avawilliam-s

sawlem:

“In that case, drink up,” he shrugged, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. “Just be careful. I don’t think I’m in any state to be a babysitter.”

J laughed. “I’m not looking to get too sloppy. I want to remember all the stupid shit these people get up to.”

#c #sawlem

nnax:

Max returned the smile and relished in the satisfaction for a moment that he was the one who put it there. Sometimes, it was nice to be the reason that someone is happy, even for a split second. Really, that was the only reason he’d learned any sign at all. Even just to amuse her. “Yeah, sure,” he nodded. “I don’t even really like coffee, but it’s good for digesting.”

J ducked her head, her cheeks pinking as the full force of his smile was turned on her. “You don’t like coffee?” she asked, shaking her head. “I run on coffee.”

#c #nnax

vshford:

After a quick trip outside, Ford came back to the party feeling more relaxed than he had been before. Flask in hand and eyes red from the joint he’d finished off, he decided to glance around for a familiar face. Asher had probably gone off with someone by now, Bradley was somewhere probably wreaking havoc, and Vee was more than likely on a trip down the rabbit hole with Pearl, considering he’d yet to spot the unruly blonde. Too busy looking for someone he knew, he didn’t realize someone was coming towards him until their shoulder collided against him, the other stumbling slightly until he reached out to help steady them. “Maybe relax on the drinks, yeah?”

J was exiting the dancing, sweating mass of students crowded around the speakers when an overexcited frat boy grabbed ahold of her hips. “Nope,” J said, wriggling out of his grip with some difficulty. “Not fucking happening.” Finally disentangling herself from his oversized hands, she tripped as she moved away from him, running straight into Ford. “Fuck, sorry,” she said, straightening her slip over her fishnet tights. “I’m not drunk, just trying to avoid a creep.”