#cyberpxnk

[saintslaughter-a]

"I overheard my name in your conversation." (Cyberpxnk / too lazy to switch blogs)

confronting   sentence   prompts . || Accepting

      “God, calm down. Th’ fuck you think I’m doin’, spreadin’ rumors? We ain’t twelve.” That was quite debatable-- Knowing how childish he was sometimes, it was highly possible he’d do something like that. Though, he wasn’t that way with coworkers. Not on a good day, at least. 

      “I was just fuckin’ sayin’ how I thought you were workin’. Do I gotta go correct myself? This don’t look like work t’ me.”

[saintslaughter-a]

"Soo...where's the booze?"

Party Starters || Accepting

      “I mean, fuckin’ look around ya’.” He offered a humorless laugh, leaning back with a vague gesture. With a sip of his own drink, he gave a bit more of a definitive point, waving his beer bottle in the direction of one of a few bars. 

      “There’s a good start. M’ pretty sure that’s where the lighter shit is. N’ the hard liquor is that way. I dunno what ya’ drink.” 

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"He's had like eighteen drinks already, you should stop him." (Kinxington)

Party Starters || Accepting

      “Oh hell no, he’s fine.” There was no way he was stepping in. This was what little entertainment the night provided-- Watching someone get drunk like that was fun. That might have been part of why everyone thought he was such an asshole.

      “Maybe when we get to twenty, yeah? ‘Less you’re gonna cut the fun short. Ain’t it much more fun t’ sit n’ watch?”

[saintslaughter-a]

#b (For either Kinzie or Matt, whoever it would fit better for)

Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter! || Accepting

Line of Blow, S3RL

      "How much pussy can you eat?”

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"You shouldn't be here."

send “You shouldn’t be here.” for my muse’s reaction to stumbling upon yours post-fight. || Accepting

   Usually, such a scene wasn’t even notable. The amount of times he’d been in that same situation was absolutely obscene, but seeing Matt like that was quite the shock. His reaction was visible for only a moment, an expression of confusion-- and maybe even concern-- crossed his face, before his usual, cold and controlled scowl returned. 

      “The fuck happened here? Christ, Miller.” It wasn’t as brutal as something he would have done, that was for sure, but having assumed the kid couldn’t hold his own, he was almost impressed. He closed the distance between them, hand resting readily on the gun at his hip-- just in case. Trouble often found trouble, and he supposed that was why he’d ended up here, too.

      “I didn’t think you could hold your own.” He offered a brief smirk, looking the other up and down, albeit briefly. “You good? C’mon kid, s’ never a good idea t’ stick around the scene.”