Send ☠ for our muses to do shots together.
“moon! how the fuck are you?” seamus shouted over the music, pulling the girl into a quick hug. he hadn’t seen her all night. he was several drinks in, and assumed as much from her. so there only seemed to be one logical next step: “you wanna do shots?” fully aware of the answer, he tugged on her sleeve to guide her over to the drink table before she could respond. “eenie meenie minie … ” he covered his eyes and pointed back and forth between the bottles until he landed on one. “vodka. fuck.” with a heavy sigh, he poured two shots for them and handed one to her. “cheers, i guess!”







