#petexvegas

[sillygayduck]

Kinn: You know you can die from that, right?

Pete: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Porsche : *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Chay: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

[raelle-writing]

Anyone else think about the fact that eventually, Vegas is going to walk in on Pete doing his weird flexing-while-pantsless routine?

[kerrikins]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 10 is up :) 

[sillygayduck]

Mile: We're having a baby.

Barcode : Oh, cangradu-

Apo, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

[sillygayduck]

Chay: I need to dye my hair.

Chay: Or get a tattoo.

Chay: Or a piercing.

Chay: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

(Literally chay in ep. 12)

[sillygayduck]

Macau: *writing a letter*

Macau: Dear Santa,

I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty...

And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard

[sillygayduck]

Kim : Damn, the power went out.

Chay : Don’t worry, I got this.

Chay : *stomps foot*

Kim : What-?

Chay : *Sketchers light up*

[sillygayduck]

Kinn: Your smile? It makes my day.

Porsche : Your happiness? I live for that.

Kim: A room? Get one.

Chay: Hotel? Trivago.