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“Why would you let me drink so much last night?” Grayson pouted, rubbing his temples.
Pippa laughed slightly, eyeing Grayson up and down, “I’m not responsible for your actions, what’s done is done. Do you want me to buy you some hangover food?”
Joey sighed as the warm sun danced across her skin. Placing her sun glasses back onto her face she leaned back, head nodding towards the girl. “Thanks.” She shrugged. “You could, considering the chances of them happening are slim to none.”
“Gossip blogs tend to twist things out of proportion, anything I say could be taken in a completely different way.” Pippa said as she fiddled with her hair and looked at Joey, “You see how it is? It’s important that I seem happy with whatever happens.”
Text: Open
Thomas: Clearly.
Thomas: uhm what'd you want to do?
Thomas: Or should I just wing it?
Pippa: Where's the fun in planning? If we're going to do it, do it right.
Text: Open
Thomas: I'll be here all night.
Thomas: Wait, really?
Thomas: You're not pullin my leg or something.
Pippa: I don't joke around.
Text: Open
Thomas: I imagine it would be similar to my mum's reaction to finding me in a skirt
Pippa: Funny.
Pippa: Fine, let's do something fun. Crazy, even.
“I believe I said here. Unless of course you’ve seen someone giving birth that I must have missed.” He smiles. “Decent come back though, I will have to give you that.”
“Can’t say I have, at least round here.” Pippa flashed a smile in Vincent’s direction, “Much appreciated, I do try my hardest.”
Text: Open
Thomas: As part of the public, I would understand if a 23 year-old girl wanted to have fun.
Pippa: As part of the public, you don't know how my mother reacts over something as trivial as my skirt being too short.
Text: Open
Thomas: If say so.
Thomas: Well, if you ever want to explore what peasant life is like you have my number.
Thomas: Just put my name as 'the bloke who knows how to have fun'
Pippa: It's not as simple as /wanting/ to do something for me.
Ryder raised a brow at the woman, tilting his head curiously. “You’re not from here?”
Pippa shook her head, giving this the chance to introduce herself, “I’m from London, actually. We always seem to be a few months behind all these phrases and stuff. I’m Pippa, pleasure is all mine.”
Text: Open
Thomas: Is this a confession?
Thomas: Seems like one
Pippa: I like my life as it is, I'm content with it. However, if I hadn't been brought up the way I had I wouldn't probably like it, just because I wouldn't be used to the limitations that come with being an heir.
Text: Open
Thomas: Bollocks!
Thomas: You're just saying that 'cause you've never done anything else
Pippa: What am I supposed to say? This is the life I'm used to
Text: Open
Thomas: Have you ever done something...Not princess-y?
Thomas: Do you ever just have fun?
Thomas: I'm actually quite the comedy
Pippa: It's a 24/7 job, so not really.
Pippa: I have fun all the time, I actually like doing this.
Scott ⇄ Pippa.
Scott: My bad.
Scott: I had to have a second look at it to realise that it was an arm and not... you know.
Scott: Sorry miss.
Pippa: Don't apologize, it's fine. I promise you. I guess it does look like... yeah.
Text: Open
Thomas: Seems a bit sad if you ask me. Can't be yourself
Thomas: ...
Thomas: Not gonna give me a grand tour yourself?
Pippa: Myself is my country
Pippa: Very funny
Text: Open
Thomas: And is that want the princess wants?
Thomas: Seems pretty tiresome to always have to behave yourself
Thomas: yeah...you think you can get me into the castle?
Thomas: Always wanted a look inside.
Pippa: It's not about what I want, when I leave my room every day I represent myself and my country.
Pippa: http://buckinghampalace.londonpass.com/tickets.html
Pippa: Feel free to book yourself a ticket.
Text: Open
Thomas: Anyone who believe a rumour is a twat.
Thomas: Southeat, I'm from London
Pippa: I'm in the public eye, they have the right to believe what they're told, and to be interested in my life.
Pippa: Well you can guess what part of London I'm from.
Text: Open
Thomas: I don't read that stuff.
Thomas: Most is written by wankers that just want to start problems
Thomas: 'sides, I haven't been home for about 3 years or so
Pippa: Well someone has to spread the rumor for the writers to be interested.
Pippa: What part of England are you from?
