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like this for a closed starter babies!

sabrinasno:

luckily for rory, sabrina already had two ciders in hand. “ any more of that reckless dancing and you’ll have davie on your ass for ruining property. ” she said, handing over the cold cider, amused by the whole situation. “ it’s not beer but i hope cheap cider will do. plus, not only will it numb your ass, it will numb your brain too. ” she laughed, leaning against the wall. “ fleetwood mac though, good choice. ”

“you’re totally right.” she said with a loud laugh, taking the cider and taking a big sip. “thanks, girl. that’s more than helpful.” she leaned against the wall, too, shrugging a little. “you know me, i’m pretty amazing.” she was mostly kidding.

angelphilips:

“i think i have both, have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the red bean bag. “hope this is soft enough for a broken ass.” she didn’t normally let strangers in, but she had seen the brunette around the laundry room before.

rory was glad that the woman had let her in and offered to help, people usually weren’t that nice. “thanks, babe.” she said, walking in and plopping down. she groaned once she realized she wasn’t in the state to do that anymore. “it is, but... ouch.”

mcrettiz:

“i think stevie nicks would be proud of your ass breaking, that little witch knows about good dance moves.” ryan said, opening his own fridge to make sure he had something before offering. “well, you’re in luck…i do have a cold beer today which is a rare thing because my fridge is always empty. i never eat here so i never buy anything.”

“well, i hope she would be. that’s all i want from this life.” she responded with a grin, glad that he did have a beer. “i don’t know if i asked for the beer for my ass or my mouth, but... maybe it’ll be versatile.”

brckenbird:

“think i got both of those, if y’ really want. and if anyone calls you a poser, tell ‘em they can suck it. only real, dedicated fans can get into the music that much to break their ass. i’ve done it a couple of times myself.”

“both of those would be preferred.” she said, shrugging. “i don’t care what people call me. if they’re not feeding me or fucking me... doesn’t matter.”

willow: a classic!! was i fucked? not to undermine my attempts to seduce you as the mere drunk persuasions of a junked up mess -- i'm sure you're very attrtactive.

rory: you might've been? i'm not good at guessing. but no worries, i'm not offended. flattered if it was an attempted kiss, though.

cntrlarabella:

“the closest thing i have to an ice pack are teething rings, and those go in my kids’ mouths. i also don’t drink. but i mean you can put some ice cubes in a pillowcase and lay on it — that’s what i did when i had back related injuries as a kid.”

“i’m glad you explained that those are for your kids... i was truly confused.” she shrugged. “i don’t really have ice either, but that pillowcase thing seems interesting. is your back good now?”

“i don’t mean to sound like such a fucking poser, but i think i just broke my ass dancing to fleetwood mac in my room... got an ice pack? or a cold beer?”

#fremontstart #assume connections m'loves

willow: I was looking through my contact list to see how many ppl on the list i’ve hooked up with, and was effectively reminded of my failed friendships, relationships, fuck buddy-ships, friends with benefits, and “i cant remember if i ever did shit with them” ships.

willow: you fell into that last category, feel free to refresh my memory

rory: i think one time i went in for a hug and you tried to kiss me, but... was never sure about that one

#hiii

romananderson

“honestly? this place is sort of… relaxing. i didn’t think i was gonna like it as much as i do. but it’s a good place to just hideaway from everything. and it’s in vegas… which is lowkey the best city in the world.”

rcryluna-blog

“is it lowkey the best or is it... highkey the best?” she asked, laughing a little. “i’m just surprised i haven’t gotten drunk married yet.”

dahliasmask

✩⏤ taking a generous sip of rum & coke from her glass, she gave the person sitting adjacent to her a questioning look. “ what ? ⏤ not a fan of drinking before 12pm ? or is there something on my face ? if so, just tell me. if i find anything in my teeth later. i will come after you. ”

rcryluna-blog

rory chuckled at the assumption that she would be against something she was also planning to do, if the bartender would hurry up and give her her drink already. “you do, actually. have something on your face, i mean. it looks like just a little fuzz, though, i got you.” she reached out and brushed the fuzz off of her face, smiling once it was gone. “easy peasy.”

hi guys!! i’m liv and i never make bios but i’m a little drunk so i’m gonna make up something DETAILED!! strap yrself in for a RIDE!!!

ok so basically i’ve decided that sweet beautiful rory luna

is a stripper

fuckin loves it

she grew up in a completely fine household like

two parents, a little brother, 2 dogs

but she wanted her life to be more dramatic so

she signed up to be a sugar baby and moved in with this guy who used to be her sugar daddy

and then yikes she got pregnant so he was OVER IT

he paid for ... it to be handled ... and then was done with her

so now she’s doing her best and trying to still have fun and live a drmatic life

she’s been stubborn since she popped out and probably isn’t gonna change