I may show up late...
I’m excited to get my groove on a the ball though.
Then you have to promise me a dance so I can see that, Payne.
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I may show up late...
I’m excited to get my groove on a the ball though.
Then you have to promise me a dance so I can see that, Payne.
I may show up late...
Well I hear the ball is going to be quite crazy, so maybe you can get blasted then.
Oh god, don’t remind me. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I’m not that much looking forward to basically going on a blind date on Valentine’s day.
I may show up late...
I mean, you are just a really great friend. Like in general. I know, but if I said I didn’t want to get too drunk, I know you’d respect that.
Well, thank you. I'd like to think that respect ranks up there pretty high on the qualities of a good friendship. Although I wouldn't mind getting more than a bit blasted pretty soon.
Aubrey smiled when she noticed Pippa watching Friends. She already knew she’d get along fine with her, not that she hasn’t been already. They seemed to already have things in common and that made Aubrey all the more excited to ask what she wanted. “No, it’s fine. You should see my room right now,” she let out a soft laugh, stepping in the room fully and walking over to where Pippa was. “I heard things about you and I just wanted to ask you something,” Aubrey said but when she realized that it could be taken a wrong way, she quickly spoke again. “Nothing bad, just that you’re an artist. I am too which is why I’m here. I’ve always wanted to collaborate with someone on a big painting. It’s on my bucket list too. Care to help out with that?”
Pippa began braiding her hair again on her bed once Aubrey had made herself comfortable on the chair next to her. "Well, from that, I don't think I want to. But at least we can claim the absent-minded artist thing, right?" She chuckled, tying off the braid. With a raise of her eyebrow, Pippa looked over at Aubrey. "All good things, I hope." She smirked a bit, nodding her head. Listening to what she was proposing, a smile began lighting Pippa's face. "A collaboration? That sounds absolutely fantastic, I'd love to!" She grinned. "What would you want it to be on?"
I may show up late...
I guess it’s just nice to have a friend that I can count on to take care of me. Like most people would just try to convince me to go and get shitfaced. Okay, Picasso. Not at all. I’m just a shitty daddy when i’m wasted.
I suppose that's me, then, the trustworthy friend. Much better than Picasso, I guess. There's no problem with getting shitfaced, of course. Good to know, I'll be sure not to leave the kids alone with you when we go out.
You weren’t so drunk when we were making out, Pippa. Just at the door but neither of us were going to stop there. Kick my ass out? You’re feistier than when we last spoke, Sparks.
And yet we did. Maybe you just caught me on a good day. I'm not feisty, I simply speak my mind a bit. But you'd have to catch me on another good day to even get close to where we were last week. Unless we're somehow matched up as soulmates, which I don't see happening any time soon.
I may show up late...
You’re too good to me, Pip. You’re a good friend.
I'm too good to you? Come on, Liam, whatever happened to daddy direction? Have we corrupted you too much to maintain the title?
Hey, i’ll back you up.
You think just the two of us could take on the whole house?
Why are you in my room?
I'm sorry, wrong room, I was-- Nevermind, I'll leave you to... whatever.
I’m not sure people would enjoy that very much either. I’d rather piss off the birds than the housemates. Lord knows how feisty they can be.
That's true, but when it comes to my smokes, I couldn't really give two shits about it. I say bring it on.
I may show up late...
Did you tell them that you found it to be annoying? Yeah, but I always forget after a few drinks.
It was annoying, but it was sweet, I suppose. Well then, stick with me and I'll keep you hydrated, then.
Aubrey looked down at the list of roommates, trying to figure out where the person she wanted to speak to was. She hoped that they’d be in their room even though she knew well they could be doing something else outside. She read the list again to make sure she had the right room number and when she finally found room six, she knocked on the door before opening it slightly, hoping she wouldn’t walk in on anything or interrupt. She almost let out a sigh of relief when she saw Pippa in the room. She gave her a smile before she spoke, “Hey, I, uh, you’re Pippa, right? I’m Aubrey, we’ve met before.”
Pippa was braiding her hair on her bed while watching reruns of Friends and doodling in her sketchpad when she heard a knock on the door. Seeing a pair of eyes pop in surrounded by dark hair, she saw Aubrey in the doorway and greeted her with a smile. "Yeah, that's me. Come on in, I guess, sorry for the mess." She stepped back a bit and pulled her towel from drying her hair from her chair, allowing Aubrey room to sit. "How can I help you?" She chuckled, plopping comfortably on her bed.
I may show up late...
That’s really all Picasso was. The fun that doesn’t include a killer hangover. I think I could handle that.
Ah, Picasso, just one of the more annoying nicknames people in the house have given me. You do know the water trick, right? Drink the same amount of water as you do alcohol, and boom, no hangover.
I may show up late...
Well, when you are i’ll be ready to see them and be jealous of your mad skills. Just a little. I don’t need to get absolutely blasted on my first night in the house.
I don't know if I'd call them mad skills, maybe some organized chicken scratch. Oh, but what's the fun in that? At least grant me a shot or two.
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Not too much fun without me, right? Do I get to see these masterpieces? It’s lovely to be back.
Of course not. Maybe, but I'm not so sure I'll ever be able to share any of them, to be completely honest. Well, we've got to have some sort of welcoming celebration with at least a bit of alcohol involved.
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God, I’ve missed you. How have you been?
I've been alright, having a bit of fun, done a few paintings, pretty much the same as when you left. But it's lovely to have you back around again.
I may show up late...
Sorry, the Ferrari was taken and the Lamborghini was getting a wash.
Well, then could you drive that stupid thing over here and give me a hug, I haven't seen you in ages.