May 23, 2017
“Can I give a shout out to @the-plxce-to-be? They are wonderful and loved and I want the whole world to know it“
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“Can I give a shout out to @the-plxce-to-be? They are wonderful and loved and I want the whole world to know it“
Things I Haven't Done // the-plxce-to-be
@the-plxce-to-be (*) The bar was very rowdy tonight, even more so than usual. But that was fine. Alexandra just needed a drink, that was all, and she was gonna get it sooner or later. Sitting at the bar itself, she sipped her whiskey and just people watched for a while, listening to their topics around her. Eventually, as it seemed to do, she ended up getting into a fierce argument with someone she tried disagreeing with. Typical egotistical asshole, but he cowed when he found out the harsh way that Alexandra wasn't one to back down easily. She ended up standing on her chair to tower over him, screaming in a mix between English and Spanish, before he ended up leaving with his friends and the bartender warned her to stop harassing customers.
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“Yes. Yes, please. This is why I love you, John, you always know what to say.”
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[TEXT: Fitzwilliam] Do you call your partners by their middle names in bed?
[TEXT: Fitzwilliam] It’d make a better safe word.
[TEXT: Fitzwilliam] WAIT Does that mean you know Ham’s middle name?
Genevieve immediately cowered away from John, half of her face covered with her hair to cover the purple hand-shaped bruise that covered the left side of her face. She ducked behind a chair, unaware that this was not the demon she’d met earlier. “Please don’t hurt me..”
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Frank was mostly the nerd in the family, but Joe had a healthy appreciation for history and stuff too. So, as he was passing through and was given the opportunity to check out some old historical homes from the Revolutionary War period? Well, duh, of course he was gonna do it!
He hit several of the homes, checking out the history and the paintings and the old furniture that looked almost new. The last house he was looking at belonged to Alexander Hamilton, apparently the sassiest Founding Father to ever live.
The house was simple, but cozy, and as he wandered into the study, he peered into the glass cases, reading some of the letters written by Hamilton himself. The handwriting was a bit messy, showing off just how much of a fast thinker the man must have been, struggling to keep up with his thoughts by putting them to paper. If he squinted a little, he could find some quips and sarcastic remarks, making him laugh.
Suddenly, his skin prickled, making him aware of...something else behind him. Raising his eyes a little, he saw the reflection of a man standing behind him, dressed in an old army uniform, a long blue coat and tall brown boots, a gun strapped to his hip.
Oh boy...
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“ I’m not a CHILD. You don’t need to CONSTANTLY watch over me. “
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“Is that right? Well, come on in and sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.”