#a few drinks

[unanuvola]

Ready for a night @ Studio 54 🖤

[alwaysxyou]

i wanna hug harry

[sims3morgans]

[ask-beacons-finest]

Common banter in the RWBY apartment

AFD!Blake, lapping up a glass of water with her tongue: Wh...what?!

AFD!Yang, narrowing her eyes: Blake...are...you drunk?

AFD!Blake, stumbles a little and sticks her tongue out through pursed lips: Thhhhhhhhh

AFD!Yang, in disbelief: Blake...it's...it's Tuesday.

AFD!Blake, waving her finger: It's five o'clock somewheeeeere

AFD!Yang: BLAKE THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

[gardiare-blog]

[ Closed ]

Lestallum nights were cold.

When was ordered by Ignis to blow off some steam outside, it just made it feel even feel colder. With another argument with Noctis under his belt, Gladio did his best to keep his chin high, walking steadily outside of the hotel room while his team watched. There was a tinge of embarrassment, being bossed around like a dog, but he knew better than to snap back at Ignis when tensions were this high. Gladio understood his duty...and his own. It was their job to protect the Royal Pain in The Ass, not fight with him.When would he learn? Gods, it was so cold. Why was it so cold? Why did he always choose to wear the least amount of clothes on nights like this? With a huff, Gladio continued on, pacing over the Leville’s front steps, stuffing his hands in his pockets to help keep warm. “Damnit…” He spits, cursing mostly himself. After such a heated day, it was no wonder why things were so stressful, almost losing the Prince twice in battle. Half of it he can blame himself for, but damnit if it wasn’t for Noctis’ carelessness, things wouldn’t have gone wrong so fast. If he had only listened to Gladio’s warnings first rather than having to have the entire group escape from what would have been a great bounty reward. It was all so frustrating to look back on. He kicks a stone around, listening to it clash against some empty trash bins, letting it echo throughout the alleys next door. A low hum of the market could be heard over a few buildings, and the low beat of music from a bar a short walk away. Gladio slows down his pacing to take a breath and focus on the sounds, tilting his head to the sound of oncoming footsteps from behind.  [ @sunshinetechnophile ] 

[ask-beacons-finest]

Let's start a drink right now, but we'll finish it later.

AFD!Weiss, struggling to get her keys out of her purse with one hand, sighs irritably on the phone: Whitley, for the LAST TIME. I will NOT try to hook you up with one of Ruby's friends.

AFD!Weiss, finally opens up the door and walks in, turning her back to the apartment without looking to close and lock the door again: I'm home!! What? No you moron that wasn't to you. Ugh. Look I have to start cooking dinner for everyone, it's my night to do it. Goodbye Whitley.

AFD!Weiss, grumpily hangs up her scroll and puts it back into her pocket, turning around: Honestly my younger brother is such....an...ass...what's going on?

AFD!Ruby sitting awkwardly on the side of the kitchen table that Weiss can see, mouthing the words "I tried to text you": Heeeeeey Weiss.

AFD!Weiss, putting on a smile, and checks her scroll to see several messages all along the lines of 'YANG'S MOM IS HERE SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS': Yeah, ahh, hey Ruby.

AFD!Blake, at the stove, shaking her head and sighs: Just come in Weiss.

AFD!Weiss, coming around slowly past the small wall that blocks some of the kitchen away from sight when you first enter the door: Oooh. Hey!!!

AFD!Cinder, sitting at the kitchen table with a smug little smile: Weissyyyy~!!! There's the forth of my little quadruplets~

AFD!Weiss, to herself mostly: You're not even Yang's mom...let alone ours...

[ask-beacons-finest]

Let's have A Few Drinks shall we?

AFD!Pyrrha, opening the door to the JNPR apartment with some groceries in hand: I'm home Jaune!!

AFD!Jaune, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, curled up in a ball on the couch, mumbling: Hi...

AFD!Pyrrha, walking over to the dining room's table, setting down the bags: You doing okay love?

AFD!Jaune, shifts a little bit: Mhmm...

AFD!Pyrrha, walking over and sits beside Jaune, placing her hand on his shoulder: Jaune...

AFD!Jaune, pulling his hoodie up over his face: I don't des-

AFD!Pyrrha, tightening her grip on his shoulder and holds up a finger: So help me Jaune. Don't you start.

AFD!Pyrrha, pulling his hoodie down to reveal a pained and grumblimg face, and taps his nose: You, are my big, strong man. Do you hear me?

AFD!Jaune, looks away and mumbles: Mmm...

AFD!Pyrrha, smiles and pats his head: Just relax love, I'll make you something to eat. Okay?

AFD!Jaune, with a weak smile: You mean order something right?

AFD!Pyrrha, stepping up with her hands on her hips: My cooking is not THAT bad! But...fine, I'll order some chinese food. Sound good?

AFD!Jaune, nods and goes back into hiding in his hoodie: Yes.

[ask-beacons-finest]

Just a little drink

AFD!Yang, taking her ringing scroll out of her pocket, answering it: Hey babe what's up?

AFD!Blake, sitting on their bed back at the apartment, lazily rereading an old book: Hey Yaaang...you know that feeling when you climb a bunch of stairs and get super winded and out of breath? So you try super hard to cover it up and act like you aren't out of shape but it just makes things worse?

AFD!Yang, her face turning into an awkwardly embarrassed visage: Ummm...no? Aha, not me. Not Yang Xiao Long.

AFD!Blake, turning a page and picking up a cup of tea, speaking a bit before taking a sip: Oh good because the elevator in our building broke down.

AFD!Yang, silently mouthing out her frustration, then regains her composure: O-Oh! Alrighty! That's not a problem for me....nope...not a problem at all for Yang Xiao Long....aha...

AFD!Yang, putting her scroll back into her pocket after Blake hangs up: Ah god damn it...