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Pippa Atherton && Kiran Khan.
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— - ♛; We’re prada, you’re nada.
Pippa Atherton && Kiran Khan.
“Nope. Well - kinda. I get the ‘you’re wasting your potential’ speech quite often but then they remember that I’m not really wasting it… just getting wasted and I guess there’s a difference in there somewhere.”
“Hm, I guess you’re right. I like the way you think. How’s your current stash?”
“I’m asking. Obviously.”
“I think you’re smart enough to figure that out, dear.”
“If you don’t wear a dress that makes me want to rip it off the second I see you, then you’re not coming in.”
“You should extend that ultimatum to Bromeo, too. I won’t disappoint, but you better make it worth my while.”
“And what kind of fun are you into?”
“It depends on who’s asking.”
“I don’t have any plans. Continue doing what I do now I guess…”
“When I get out of here it’ll all be 'Get a job, Pippa. Why don’t you get married, Pippa? Do something with your life, Pippa. You had so much potential, Pippa.’ If I hear that one more time I’m going to punch something. You ever get that feeling?”
“To getting fucking wasted and doing shit we wont regret.”
“I don’t have time for regrets, only fun. Premature worry lines won’t be on my face anytime soon. Bottoms up!”
“Cheers. To passing this year and getting out of here?”
“But then I have to decide what to do with my life, which is such a bother. What are your plans, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Are you supposed to be in here?”
“Maybe, maybe not. What are you going to do about it?”
“Both work. So are you pouring or not?”
“Yeah, yeah. What dumb shit should we drink to tonight?”
“Well - I’d be a fool to turn down that offer.”
“It’s a darn good thing we’re not dumb then, isn’t it? Cheers.”
“Does someone have a super sense? D’you have a sixth sense or something for spotting liquor?”
“You know what? Maybe I do. I think I might have tapped into my superpower. Maybe I’m not shit at Divination, after all. Let’s see, shall we?” Closing her eyes, she grabbed Petra’s hand with her left and raised the right up dramatically. “Hm, there will be alcohol in the very near future.”
“Cheers to that — I’ve been to probably a few of those shitty Florida dive bars. Granted, I couldn’t drink at them, because America is stupid when it comes to that.”
“Oh, Matty. You could do better than that, you know. There are ways around that when we have faces like these. Do I need to show you how it’s done?”
“Deal; there’s gonna be a shit tonne of fire whiskey at the pardy. It’s gonna be a big one, even my mum’s sorting me out nicely. So, get a nice dress, show off that perfect bum of yours, yeah? I can tell you’ve been squatting.”
“I suppose I could grace everyone with my presence, but here’s the thing. Dresses can be so constricting, and I just want to dance. Nothing comes between me and my groove, so I’ve got a new game plan for optimal movement. Sweatpants, yeah?”
“I think I knew someone who had that on a shirt so… I’ll drink to that.”
“I think it’s even a song, often played in shitty Florida dive bars. Cheers to a better lifestyle than that.”
“Make it three.”
“I like the way you think -- - or should I say drink?”
HON - Fred Weasley II
“If puppy dog eyes, dimples, and absurdly long necks are your thing, sure. Why not?”