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@pippafrancis-blog
“come on, it’s your turn to dance with me!” her body moved to the rhythm of the beat pounding on their ears. she was visibly not sober at all -- sloppy moves gave it away. whilst she danced suggestively, she shouted, “come on! you owe me one dance, baby!”
task one: pippa francis as phoebe buffay.
aiden.
aiden smirked, “well, who knows maybe that would have given him a dose of his own medicine” he shrugged. he let out a laugh as the female hit on him and then he said in a joking tone with a smirk plastered on his face, “oh, you bet. everywhere i go the chicks are just drawn to me and flirt with me to no end” he laughed with a nod.
“scratch that then... ‘cause i’ve got no chance against all that competition,” she laughed back, “i never thought i’d say this, but you’re way out of my league, dude... what the hell... i finally found someone out of my league.”
shawn.
“Hey, I missed you!” Shawn grinned, wrapping her arms around the other person’s shoulders in a tight hug. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but it’s nice to escape the online world and interact with some real people.”
“girl, you look hotter than ever,” she smiled as she let go of the hug. “i missed you too, how’s life been? it feels like it’s been forever since we last spoke, to be fair... cmon, now you’ve got to update me on everything that’s going on in your life!”
pippa francis: general moodboard.
In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit completely sober.
Dimitri Karamazov, The Brothers Karamazov (via incorrectrussianlitquotes)
hadley.
“Seriously!” The girl choked out with a laugh and a nod of her head, “They’re practically eye-fucking you right now. Of course it’s you. You look BANGING, girl. Stop, stop. Why would it be a joke?”
“well, first off-- men are jerks... second, i’m not even looking my best just yet and third, he could be drunk as a skunk and not really notice how poorly this dim lightning makes me look, alright?” she laughed.
parker.
parker smiled at her gratefully as he took the drink. “whiskey hasn’t let me down. but i thought the same about vodka too until tonight.” he took a sip of it, rolled it around his tongue dramatically and then took an actual drink from it. “you’ve got good taste. can i keep this?”
“but of course,” she insisted, gesturing towards the drink, “keep it. it’s yours now. i’ll buy myself a sex on the beach and suggestively hint on the bartender... any suggestions on a good pickup line?” she smirked, a cheshire cat tugging at the corner of her lips.
parker:
parker had managed to pawn his first drink (his usual: a vodka lemonade) off on some other poor soul. it had tasted pretty awful, possibly from the type of vodka that was being served. so here he was trying to get another one, hoping it tasted better than his usual. “any suggestions? i can’t decide.”
she nudged him by the elbow at his question, quietly smirking to herself before saying, “hey... i’ve got all the suggestions in the world for this,” as an alcohol expert, he was in lucky hands with her. “here, take my drink. it’s whiskey -- it’ll do you good,” she added, handing him the glass of alcohol. “taste it.”
asha.
“guys can be such pigs,” asha shook her head, “gentlemen don’t exist, we are in the age of the fuckboi, sadly.“
“girl, tell me about it,” she laid one hand on the girl’s shoulder. “anyone who’s got themselves a gentleman is either lucky or very very rich.” she laughed, adding further, “i think they’re a extinguished species by now.”
kody.
kody always seemed to end up around somebody that was going to be telling him some sort of story. but, he gives it his best listen, nodding his head as she spoke. “i mean, i’m sure you didn’t wanna lose your job or whatever, but you should have kicked his ass.”
“at work you’re not supposed to hit clients. but he hit on me, so i should’ve hit him back on a different way.” she laughed. “just kidding, i’m a pacifist, no violence allowed here, buddy. you guys would believe violence would simply solve it -- what we need is wonderwoman to solve this issue.”
adeline.
“harassment might as well be a hallmark of the twenty first century, though.” adeline rolled her eyes at the memory of all the casting directors who’d treated her line an object. “it’s gross but not surprising.”
she cast the other girl a playful look, “cmon, we shouldn’t get used to this, girl, we should be fighting it and joining forces like a girl army against harrassment. except without guns, maybe, probably.” she rambled, laughing.
mason
“….and then you responded with a swift kick to this guy’s balls, right?” mason asked the girl with a groan. “seriously, it’s a shame how much oxygen is wasted in this world by people who have a mindset like that.”
“no...” she laughed, “but good idea-- i mean, he totally deserved it, but i’m a pacifist, dude, i’m all about love and peace and sex,” she laughed out loud. “there are way too many men like that.. i need one of those boob guns like katy perry has in one of her music videos.”
aiden.
aiden listened for a moment and then shrugged, “yeah, that guy sounds like a total prick” he made a face. “you should have punched him right in the jaw” he added with a sweet smile before he asked, “did he have a nice ass? if not you should have said the right thing back at him”
“you know what, i forgot to check out his ass... but i totally should’ve, because it probably would have been as disappointing as his face was,” she laughed to the boy beside her, adding further, “what about you? do girls hit on you often? if not, i’ll hit on you gladly, baby,” half joking, half serious, she bursted out a laugh.
christian.
“He probably has a micro penis-” Christian replied, stifling a laugh. “You’re either too thin or too thick to guys like that, don’t sweat what they say.”
He adjusted the white apron around his waist and continued to wipe down the counter with ease. If anyone knew how cruel guys could be, it was him. He had been on both ends of the conversation before, and smiled sadly at the woman sipping her drink.
“what, have you been harrassed too?” she leaned on the counter, curiously speaking as she observed the man behind it. “you look like you’ve been hit on quite a few times by men,” she laughed quietly, “more so than girls, probably,” she squinted her eyes, taking a guess.
noelle.
Noelle didn’t quite understand why or when she ended up with two drinks in her hand. One of them was full, and the other one was already down half the cup. She knew better than two drink both of them, because she was already starting to feel somewhat light headed. “Oh, hey!” Noelle said to the first person who walked in front of her. “It looks like you could use a drink” She made a gesture with her right hand, showing the red cup she was holding. “Wait. You are old enough to drink, right?”
she gladly took the drink from the girl’s hand, considering herself not drunk enough to enjoy this party just yet. “hell yeah, baby, i’m old enough for anything... i’m a grown woman,” she hummed to the song, hoping noelle would get the reference from the lyrics she sang. sipping from her cup, she leaned forward and asked, “how about you? are you old enough to drink?” pippa laughed.
link.
Mixers were definitely Link’s thing. The drinking, the dancing, the fraternizing with cute boys that all lived in a walking distance from his apartment. By the time he had made plans to grab coffee with a couple of girls that seemed nice and gotten a stranger’s phone number written on his wrist with a felt tip, Link was two and a half plastic cups full of liquor and feeling buzzed. Pleasantly so. Actual flower crown resting on top of his soft waves; he made his way across the assortment of people to tug at someone’s elbow enthusiastically. “There’s a dance floor!” He said excitedly, as if the news was truly revolutionary. “Why aren’t you and I on it?”
she was already tipsy and lightly buzzed by the time she’d gotten in -- it was her thing. she had this habit of drinking prior to actual heavy drinking, kind of like a game of prepping herself before the partying and the weed and the men. when someone tugged at her elbow, she was about to tug them back as a way of teasing, but when she saw the boy’s face, she couldn’t resist. a little drunk for her own good, she nodded back in a mumbled yes, saying further, “we should be the fucking life of the dancefloor, baby,” she took him by the hand.
