Champagne Supernova

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." Clifford York, but call me Cliff. Or Professor York, whatever floats your boat, no skin off my back. 35, chef, part time agent, professor of literature and philosophy and shameless fashion enthusiast. Stop by and talk to me sometime, see if you can impress me.

[notthebigreddog]

Mmm... New Years...

[ali-jacobs-blog]

You never need an excuse, Daddy.

[notthebigreddog]

Don't tempt me with that, baby girl. You might never see me sober.

[notthebigreddog]

Mmm... New Years...

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Any excuse to get wasted is a good excuse.

Especially when there’s not much else to do. At least in my case that is.

[notthebigreddog]

Fair enough. That sounds like the wisdom I've lived by since middle school. 

[notthebigreddog]

Mmm... New Years...

Clearly this is just an excuse to get wasted and make my beauties take care of me, right?

[iansmolderholic]

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

…with me vomiting and you cleaning it up?

[notthebigreddog]

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

And how well do my own decisions seem to work out? Like that one time I thought it was a great idea to eat seven day old Chinese food and you told me not to and I ended up vomiting for three hours.

[notthebigreddog]

They pretty much all end up that way. So I'd keep that in mind if I were you.

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Maybe you should start just making my decisions for me. It sounds like the safest bet.

[notthebigreddog]

Well, the decisions I seem to deem best you ignore, so...

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Can't sleep...

[ali-jacobs-blog]

I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone, promise~

[notthebigreddog]

Good~

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Somedays I think you know me better than I know myself, asshole.

[notthebigreddog]

Pretty sure I do. I think it's a requirement for the whole best friend gig. 

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Can't sleep...

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Of course you’re not old man, of course you’re not.

[notthebigreddog]

I take that offensively. So what am I now, just the sugar daddy?

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Can't sleep...

[ali-jacobs-blog]

Oh hush

Unless you want to talk about makeup and other incredibly dull girly things.

[notthebigreddog]

Fine, fine, leave us to rot.

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

You know my wardrobe so well it’s kind of frightening.

[notthebigreddog]

Well I've known you long enough. 

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Can't sleep...

[ifeelyou-feelingme]

Nope. Everything’s fine Alicat, just not a fan of sleeping I guess.

[ali-jacobs-blog]

…Oh? Well, I might come keep you company. Boys are boring sometimes.

[notthebigreddog]

We are not boring.

[built-like-a-machine-blog]

Despite the fact this is a woman's top...

it’s so warm and comfy. I care not.

[notthebigreddog]

Nailed it.

[notthebigreddog]

text // clifftrick

Patrick: Nope, that's all for you.

Patrick: .....okay, one glass maybe.

Cliff: Good.

[notthebigreddog]

text // clifftrick

Patrick: Hardly.

Patrick: you're worth every penny, asshole.

Cliff: That's cheesy. You're going to have to drink it with me.

[notthebigreddog]

text // clifftrick

Patrick: What? The alcohol?

Patrick: You didn't look it up did you?

Cliff: It doesn't take an idiot to know how much Dalmore is, Patrick.

Cliff: I mean, thank you. But that's a little much.