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alright, i know i’m late to the party... but they’re playing my song.

//hops up on the bar

#IRL #location: tides #starter #daredevil game

now more than ever seems like a good time to take shots. am i right or am i right?

#starter #location: tides #in real life #the idea that my best friend is not drinking #and i am pounding shots #is a little bit of a freaky friday moment right now

ayyy!! anyone seen a blond happy dude and a black haired actress? trying to um, do stuff? turn up i guess? @skeetskeetcar @lexis-lexica

#in real life #starter #location: tides

@feelingflynn I don’t know you, but there’s a strip club opening SOMEWHERE that’s offering free lap dances. Here’s the coupon I printed offline. You’re welcome.

#irl #location: tides #may god have mercy on your soul

This was stupid. Harper never did shit like this, but seeing everyone else partaking in the dare game, she couldn’t not do it. What would that say about her? That Harper Armstrong couldn’t handle one stupid dare? Fuck that. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be that bad. She’d do it, get it over with, then no one could say that she pussied out of doing something as easy as one stupid dare. Because that wasn’t who she was. Harper Armstrong didn’t pussy out of anything. But now, staring at her phone, she heavily contemplated if it would be easier to just find out who these Insider Hoes were and ruin their lives before they could punish her for not doing her dare. For one, the person she’s supposed to do this dare on wasn’t even on the same goddamn hemisphere as her. And two, serenade someone with a love song? What. The. Fuck? What kind of disgusting, fluffy, right out of an 80′s movie shit was that?

Looking up from her phone, it was almost like her prayers were answered. Or she was being seriously fucked with. She wasn’t sure which one, to be honest. Letting out an internal groan, Harper downed three shots in a row, while deciding ‘fuck it’. Marching right up to the live band, she grabbed the ukulele from one of the band members, then made her way over to Maddox. Before he could say or ask any questions, Harper got right to it. “Shut the fuck up. If you laugh or say one word, I’m breaking this over your head,” she threatened, indicating to the ukulele. Letting out a string of curse words under her breath, she then took a deep a breath and began singing while strumming a few chords.

Finishing the song, Harper placed the ukulele on the bar top and immediately waved the bartender over. “Three shots of vodka,” she ordered. Getting impatient, she snapped at the bartender, “God, what is wrong with you??” before reaching over the bar and grabbing the bottle herself. Putting the bottle to her lips, she took a couple large gulps, all the while avoiding any and all eye contact with Maddox.

@maddox-of-manhattan

#c: maddox #para #location: tides #daredevil game #ooc: use yo imagination & pretend it's a whole song

@ summer kickoff

Since arriving to the party, Lula had been trying to get Quinn to cave and admit that she would be jealous seeing someone else flirting with her crush. Even if Quinn wouldn’t admit to crushing on Reza. But Lula knew that she did because she always knew these kinds of things. And of course, while she worked her matchmaker magic, she kept her eyes out for Albert. “Okay, what if you see Rezzy taking some other girl out on a date? Like you walk into the restaurant and there he is, just sitting there looking all handsome wi-,” she rambled on before pausing when she finally spotted Albert... talking to two pretty girls... and slapping their asses?! Of fricken course. “QUINNY LET’S GO TO THE BAR!” she quickly suggested, before pulling her cousin towards Albert. And also the bar. But mostly Albert.

“There you are, Albie Walbie!” she greeted loudly, looping her arm with Albert’s. Her smiled quickly began to turn into a frown as he pulled himself away from her and turned her towards the two pretty girls. “Oh. Hi,” she greeted them shortly, while not so subtly sizing them up. She was just about to start interrogating getting to know Albert’s friends when he smacked her butt. It was then that she remembered her dare. Was it odd that it took Albert slapping her butt to remind her? Well, not so much...

Putting down her drink on the bar top, Lula let out a breathy gasp and a soft ‘oh’. She let out a few more breathy sighs, as her hand rested on her chest. “Oh my god,” she said softly, her head tilting back just the slightest. “Ohhh my god,” she said again, drawing it out longer this time. Her breathing began to quicken, as she reached for the bar top. “Oh my god, yes. Yes, Albie. Oh god, yes!” Lula began to say louder now. “Ugh, Albie! YES! OH MY GOD! YES! UGH, YES!” To really sell it, she began pounding the bar top, and was screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs now. “YES, ALBIE! HARDER! YES, HARDER! OH GOD, RIGHT THERE, OH MY GOD! RIGHT THERE! YESSS!!! OH ALBIE!!!!” Letting out a satisfied sigh, Lula straightened up, flipped her curled hair over her shoulder and grabbed her drink. Ignoring everyone’s strange looks at her, she took a sip of her drink before flashing Albert an innocent smile. “So, are you enjoying the party, Albie?”