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Dalton: so, picture this:

Dalton: you wake up in a house you've never seen, you're wearing only a belt, one tube sock (on your FOOT) and a pillow case on your head

Dalton: there's a weird lingering scent from the bathroom it smells like a cedar wood....you're too afraid to check it out

Dalton: you get your clothes, make your way downstairs and find someone passed out in the kitchen sink. yes, /in/

Dalton: you leave as quickly as possible.

Dalton: anyway do u got aspirin

Jo: first of all mad respect for what was obviously a fucking sick night

Jo: secondly yeah i got aspirin but it's gonna cost ya

#[ &&. text ✧ dalton ]#this was a wild ride from start to finish and i greatly enjoyed it

lbrliajane:

“Oh my god, please tell me someone got that on video. That’s like, viral material right there. Have someone remix it and put it up on YouTube and you’ll be famous.”

“Dear lord, I hope so. I’d pay to watch that video, and I even saw it in person. Forget fame, I think we’ve got ourselves a moneymaking scheme.”

#[ &&. lia ]

mimijw:

“That old and never had a drink? He sure the hell must’ve had a pleasant life to have been able to live this long without alcohol.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’! I want his secret. Half the things that happen to me on a daily basis are drivin’ me to drink; my liver’s begging me to find even a third of the chill that man has.”

#[ &&. mimi ]#nice to meet you!!#i'm brogan :~)

jfcxavier:

“His first drink? Wow, I think I had mine when I was about six. Granted, I had the same reaction but that was because my apple juice was definitely not apple juice. Do you know how disappointing that is? Especially when all you want is that sweet Juicy Juice taste.”

“Juicy Juice is the most prestigious of all apple juice boxes; I will agree with you there. I had my first drink ‘round the age of twelve, but that’s mostly because my idiot brothers thought it’d be funny to see how I reacted to bourbon. Dad was not pleased.”

#[ &&. xavier ]#hi!!#i'll shoot ya a message :~)

gracehudsonxo:

“That poor old man! I can’t imagine how embarrassed he must have been. I wonder what prompted him to start drinking so late in life if he managed to avoid it. I hope you didn’t have to clean up his vomit. I would have gotten sick at the very sight.”

“I’m sure he survived whatever emotional turmoil it might’ve caused him. I dunno, but that’s a good question. Maybe he just up and decided today’s the day, I’m havin’ me some damn whiskey if it kills me. Oh, and believe me, I didn’t step within ten feet of that disaster zone. Hate to say it, but I left that to the people who’re gettin’ paid to clean up shit like that.”

#[ &&. grace ]#hello hello!!#sry for my lateness but i hope your day's been good

destructivedonnie:

Brandon paused for a brief moment; the familiar voice within the distance from where he stood got him battling against his inner thoughts – eager to convince himself that it was his mind once again playing tricks. Despite it being familiar, the voice he had terribly missed sounded some what different. It’s been years since he had heard her voice, it’s been years since he had wished or hope to see her again – there was no way she’d be back. He turned his head fairly slowly, hoping his delusional mind was wrong, yet cursing mentally at himself to even have that small bit of hope jump right back inside him. He almost choked from the sight of her; his eyes blinking numerously from disbelief. “How is that even possible?” He forced out a rather uncomfortable chuckle; the question quite fitting for both scenarios as he was questioning her presence mentally. “How does someone go through 50 or 60 years of his life, without alcohol?”

Jo’s mirth faded from her face as he turned his head to face her, her expression now frozen in the jagged remnants of the smile that had been on her features not a moment before. Shock ran through her body like a jolt of electricity but she remained still, her mind racing to catch up as it locked in on the face she’d been sure she’d never see again. His features were an odd combination of memories from her past (his hair was shorter then, his eyes brighter, too) and something locking her to the present (his cheekbones and jaw were sharper now, his shoulders broader). Jo let out a shaky breath through her lips, shaking her head at the sight of the all-too-familiar boy (man, now) before her. “Beats me,” she replied, her smile beginning to make its way back into her expression. “I’m pretty sure I’ve had enough for three lifetimes, and I’m only twenty-one.”

#[ &&. brandon ]#oh boy #psa that i'm Not Ready

kierahudson:

“I’m offended by this. I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that i missed the entire show or that you’ve forgot to invite your favourite girl out for drinks.”

“Kiera, my darling, my sweet; you know I love you best. I must’ve been delusional to forget to bring you with me -- forgive me?”

#[ &&. kiera ]#pls shut ur mouth #look @ the babes and hush

zakbotros:

“First drink in his fifties – wow, you’d think, how’d he survive for that long with alcohol? But then again, he didn’t drink so his liver is probably cleaner than a whistle. Did you hold his hair when he puked?”

“Right? That man must’ve been a yogi or somethin’ in order to live enough of a stress-free life to avoid the stuff. Nah, he seemed to be managing pretty okay on his own, y’know, for someone who was pukin’ their guts up. I just sat back and enjoyed the show.”

#[ &&. zak ]#yes we def should!!#i'll shoot ya a message :~)

“I have to say, I was thoroughly entertained by this guy down at the bar today. He looked pretty old, I’d say. Maybe in his late 50s or early 60s? And -- get this -- he was actually having his first drink. He didn’t take it very well. Coughed real bad ‘n threw up about 20 minutes later. Highlight of my day, really.”