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@margoxhansen
dean-weston:
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had to fish someone out of freezing water in the middle of the night.
Jesus christ. Who was it? Are they okay? Are they dead? I mean, we would’ve seen that on the news if they were dead.
boone-radloff:
Want me to give them a ticket? That’ll get them to move.
Flash the sirens, loca, and you have yourself a done deal. No one parks in an expectant mothers spot and not expect me to throw hands.
colette-matthews:
If you’re going to fight someone, let me do it for you– can’t hurt your precious baby, mama.
Aren’t you a little knight in shining armor? Don’t worry, sweetie, I have a taser to sting a bitch when needed.
andrewxxjones:
I don’t know Margo, the fact that you’re ruthlessly teasing me.
It’s how I spread the love. All teasing is created equal, though, Sawyer isn’t spared.
Oh, is this about the whole Toby thing? How many times do I have to say sorry?
andrewxxjones:
Margo – you’re actually killing me. You’ve set out to ruin my life.
Okay, now I’m really confused. What makes you say that?
Excuse me, you can’t just take that parking spot.
dean-weston:
Please don’t talk to me until I have at least three more cups of coffee. I’m too old for the whole staying up all night bullshit.
As the wise grandmother from Mulan once said, who spit in your bean curd?
andrewxxjones:
Did that really happen?
Do I lie? Not only did Ezra dance, I pulled Sawyer to the floor and I didn’t even need to yank him by the ear.
lady-simmons:
Yeah, I think I’ll settle for being an adorable pack mule, I’m not one for bringing out an inner demon and claws. I’m too scared of breaking a nail, that stuff hurts when it happens.
Fair point, and what lovely nails they are. Did you do those yourself or take a trip to Rhonda’s salon without me? You’d make one fierce demon warrior, but alas, pack mule you shall be.
ezra-fabray:
Ezra let the girl pull him into the crowd, swallowing down the annoyance in the act, ultimately relinquishing. If this was the only way for a pregnant girl to have fun at a party where she can’t even partake in the alcohol, then Ez could probably be nice for a bit. “Fine,” he let out in a huff before he began to move to the time and beat of the music, twirling Margo again under his arm, “at least I’m probably not the worst person here.”
Margo made one last turn underneath his arm and grabbed Ezra’s hands in both of hers, pulling one arm towards her and doing the same with the other in a back-and-forth motion. He reminded the young woman of Sawyer a little, her roommate’s reluctance to dance quite apparent even as Ezra relented to her demands faster than Saw did. “Far from it, on the contrary.” She pulled him close, the space between them from her protruding stomach allowing comfortable room, “Being good at dancing isn’t the point anyway when you’re just having fun.”
aria-magnuson:
Maybe that’s my super power? I guess I have to use it for good.
That girl needs a break from bouncing and have a night where she’s the one that gets to get really messed up and kicked out. A Captain and her First Mate, what a story for the ages.
Please. You have the men, women, and everyone in between falling at your feet to be in your glow. That’s a gift.
Yeah, saw her talking to that brother of hers and it looked pretty heated, so I say she’s halfway to messed up and kicked out, sweetheart. Written in stone will be our infamy.
inez-finch:
Don’t worry, if we can get him to drink enough, I think Link’ll actually have fun. I have helped him start with that, so, I’m already on it, Miss Devil-On-My-Shoulder.
Can you imagine the travesty, a bartender not having a blast while he’s drinking is a warped paradox. Is that a paradox, what even is one? Anyhow, my plan of corrupting you is working perfectly.
grey-finley:
Well, how am I supposed to be muscles without a brawl? Intimidation can only get me so far.
What if they’re sexting each other, do you really want to break that up?
I suppose careful deliberations with my captain could open up the potential for beginning a brawl for the right reason. Permission granted.
If they wanted to bone, they should choose a room and forgo the text messages.
felixxgil:
You should ask her for money since you can’t drink; you’re basically doing a job for her.
Fine, how about two more.
Even though fifty bucks for every person I convert to being a wild partier is like pocket change for Aria, just to be in her next level presence is reward enough.
sawyer-camden:
If you don’t want it to bum out your area, you’re going to have to leave my area. Fine– if I end up throwing up because of nerves, then that’s going to be on you.
No can do to leaving your area, I’m slow and pregnant, baby cheeks. One dance is not going to kill you and who knows? Maybe your regurgitation will freakily attract a mate.
jeremyxgreen:
Sorry, Little Mama. I’ll drink for you.
God, you’re such a gentleman too good to me. Are you drunk yet?
inez-finch:
It’s a good idea, I’m pretty good dead weight, but I already promised him that I’d help him get out if he really needed it. I’m not about to be a turn-coat now but I won’t exactly stand in your way either.
Women break promises to men for other woman, it’s the basic girl code and he’d be fine having the ball of his life at one stupid party. Can you at least get him so drunk that he takes time heading through the door?