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ask-cosplayoliver, askladymonaco,and amelia-ro-larchwood entered the TARDIS!
She heard the door open and smiled to herself, turning around she saw three new people enter. "Hello." she greeted them. "New people eh? Well I'm the Doctor and it's great to meet you all."
Drink me~ (( This is a bad idea... NEVER LET KIRKLANDS DRINK.))
((Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.))
((Ermargawd. Drinking. LEMMIE MAKE THINGS HAPPEN.))
“What about gloves? They’re like socks but for your hands~” Alice giggled, playing with the cherry in her drink before popping it in her mouth, pulling the end of the string, tossing it in the glass. It was St George’s Day and the two English nations were having a bit of a night out. It had started out alcohol free really. But after Oliver thought a small drink couldn’t hurt, things started to spiral down.
It was a hilarious sight really; both of them were dressed well, in a bar, literally getting wasted to the point of intolerance. Alice had worn her hair in a single pigtail, her favourite black laced-sleeve blouse, a pair of dark grey trousers and spiked red heels laced up. Oliver wasn’t in his usual office wear either. He had on under a pink and black diamond patterned sweater vest over his usual white shirt with a mint blue tie, cream trousers and smart black shoes.
But both were red in the face, both looking extremely drunk.
“Another one!” Oliver hiccuped, throwing down another few pounds on the counter top, paying for another shot of whiskey and ale.
A few more drinks later and they were both stumbling out of the pub, both laughing hysterically and clinging onto each other. “What do we do now~?” Alice chimed, both of them stumbling onto a bench, both entangled in each other’s arms.
“Dunno, what do drunk people do~?” Oliver chimed after her, pulling her head on his shoulder. “Sex? Kiss? Be idiots?” he giggled, nearly falling off the bench.
Alice pulled him up by his collar, landing a quick, slightly sickly sweet and very intoxicated peck on the man’s lips. “I say we should go scare a few frogs~” She laughed, jumping up from the seat. “The night is still young! We have all the time in the world to get crazy.” She whispered, giving a cheeky wink, offering her hand. “Join me in Neverland.”
care for a cupcake? eue
Sure why not? Is it safe A-Ah I mean, what’s in it, dear?
i SHIP YOU WITH ASK COSPLAY OLIVERRRRR
Ah? That sweet chap? I suppose he’s appropriate, and very well-mannered. Though he has a mighty fair few freckles. And his cupcakes, good god
((OhhithereOllie.))
(( FAREWELL MY FRIEND, FAREWELL...))
[[Now you gotta win this thing!]]
Closed RP with Ask-CosplayOliver (Pre-Hunger Games)
((A little starter for the two of us; SORRY IF IT'S LATE Q A Q TIME IS NOT NICE))
"To think, years ago we watched these Games without the faintest idea of ever getting involved in the cross fires. It's been a nice few years, watching from the side lines; do you think we'll be unlucky and get picked this year?" Alice whispered, fingers trickling down the window of the bedroom. It was time for something unspeakable, but had been ingrained in this society for as long as she could remember; The Annual Hunger Games.
"The reaping begins this afternoon...We're to be present after all, to think we have been this lucky not to have been chosen for so long..." She gave a saddened smile, turning to face the young gentleman, her hands wrapped tightly around herself, almost trying to shield and protect herself from such thoughts. "If we were to be chosen; we'd have to fight to the death, there is no alternative but killing our own blood brothers and sisters. In a way, I suppose it's better, at least revenge won't be an option."
The thought of playing a game with their lives scared Alice. It was like a giant chess game, you had to play the game to survive, otherwise it might be a little more than a simple checkmate.
"As they've said before. Your fate lies in your destiny; marked by the high and mighty. ...Cannot believe I'm saying this, but I'll miss your sorry little face." Alice said in a bitter tone, her not quite meeting his. ((I AM SORRY FOR THE SUCKY QUALITY OKAAAAY? I AM REALLY TIRED))
teehee~ good luck in the arena~ ((dont die ; _ ;))
…Thank you so much, Oliver, good luck to you as well sweetie.
Trying not to die too (but everyone knows I am as strong as a limp noodle)
(( WHO THE FUCK DARES TALK TO MY ALICE LIEK THAT, OH MY GOD I WILL GO ON A KILLING SPREE NO OMG))
((SHHHHHH. CALM DOWN. DO NOT KILL PEOPLE. KILLING IS BAD.))
