Apr 19, 2019
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dating service.
tagged by: i stole it. tagging: @warpaved 💖
“I STILL EXIST, PEOPLE! I LIVE!!”
“Been practically just nuttin’ during concerts and getting embarassingly drunk, but it’s metal, so it’s fine!! What up? Eh? Somethin’ absolutely dope happening here, or is it the graveyard it usually is--??”
God help us all.
“HAPPY FATHER’S DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY, DAD!!!!”
She’s screaming into the phone. Poor Mr. Ylena’s Dad.
“There is a minion here? Uh, who’re you, duck fest?”
“....I’m Raca. I can reach your boobs, did you know that? Pros of being a minion.”
“I-----I. What. Oh my god. Are you another molester?? OH MY GOD.”
“I’m bored, and this is not metal.”
Continued ----- > @shxunenbrave
“...I still find ‘em stupid and adorable at th’ same time ‘cause it’s fucking small pants, man. Small booty, adherent shorts----”
Ylena had a fucking wild night, that’s what. Not like she wasn’t used to it-- no, the exact contrary, it was like a daily routine, at this point-- but it usually happened during the weekend. Today just happened to be a weekday, during the last days of school before summer break would begin; and what’s the best way to party the oncoming vacations?
Why, go to a concert and get your ass drunk as fuck, of course!! Add some more beer bought at the local convenience store to drink by herself at the playground near said store, and add texting a friend so he could come around and keep an eye on her, and here’s the current situation. Don’t forget the facepainting, which was smudged there and there-- she still looked complexively a mess, either way.
“I was jus’--- partyin’, mannnnnn! ‘s the end of school, ‘course I woulda’ get my ass drunk-- whaaat, ya got something against it? I’m not in the mood for lectures, y’hear?” hic! “Juuuus’ wanna--... Hey, can you hand me a beer can??”
Too bad that the beer cans are finished, Ylena. And you finished them. You could also see the effort she was making to not crash on Leo, considering that she still had decency. Somehow.