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mcsailor:

Birthdays.

No, I don’t see it either.

I guess your perspective is a little different, since you get the up close and personal day to day version. Bit different from the party Luca.

What’s going to be next then? Once you’ve crossed DJ off the list.

#c2: sailor

maralongbottom:

Right. I did this thing where I had a bad week.

Had a bad week, sheer number of films, not one important book picked up, lots of Chinese that was all your fault. I don’t quite remember if it was before or after or in the middle of the week but we went… where did we go? Out. And Luca said come fuck me if you’re bored and James took me home so I didn’t do that but then he got all bitchy about the runaway roommate over there, so then I did, and then I went to Arran’s. Mostly to yell. Mostly cried. That was a three day span, possibly.

You do know that a vibrator can fix some of that without the yelling and the crying, right?

Why did you go to Arran’s? The Luca bit is... not expected, but not a surprise, in the grand scheme of things. But why Arran?

#c2: mara

jamesnotserious:

You’re a real friend, you know that?

Yeah, yeah. Find someone else to pester for food.

#c1: james

jamesnotserious:

What haven’t I?

Been drinking.

That kind of night, huh? Here, take the cupcake. It should help. Both to soak up alcohol and because sugar is good for you.

#c1: james

maralongbottom:

It’s not a secret, it’s just stupid, so don’t tell anyone.

My edge might as well be a piece of balloon art. Your job is to hoard the ammunition. From Allison, specifically.

Who’d I tell? You get all my best gossip anyway. But alright, no telling Allison. Promise.

#c2: mara

mcsailor:

I don’t think any of it is particularly worth drinking. I’m crashing on your anything but.

It’s alright. It’s a job. I could probably make it to my mid-thirties before I had to admit old timer’s defeat.

Alright, maybe not anything, but if Luca doesn’t supply good liquor, what can we really count on him for?

I don’t see you staying in one job long enough to become an old timer DJ. As a hobby, maybe, but not a full job.

#c2: sailor

mcsailor:

In food.

I like it. Literally no one likes my music except me and very drunk people at one a.m. It’s great.

Find me a beer that doesn’t have the aftertaste of piss, and I might believe you.

Does that mean you’re not blasting music at your siblings anymore? I’m sure they’d appreciate it as much as anyone. Sounds like exactly your dream job. I’m glad you love it.

#c2: sailor

maralongbottom:

Fuck the darts. I have things to tell you because I’m drunk enough to admit them.

Come over here.

I like where this is going. What’s your drunk secret?

#c2: mara

trashyollerton:

Pleeeease?

Here. You’ve got hands.

#but a napkin instead of lipstick #c2: lark

maralongbottom:

Biiiiiiitch.

Just offering some loving advice.

#c2: mara

maralongbottom:

Story of my life.

Maybe a bit to the left next time?

#c2: mara

jamesnotserious:

You’re zero fun. Negative, probably.

And not nearly as drunk as you are. What have you been drinking?

#c1: james

mcsailor:

No beer.

So what’s up?

I’m a classy lady with refined tastes.

Oh, you know, the usual. Maintaining the balance between learning everything I can and wanting to throw dishes at the customers. How’s DJing been treating you?

#c2: sailor