forum "Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)

Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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Mason tapped his fingers along the counter, waiting for his friend to join him. He called him, and his friend had agreed. Oh my god, hurry up Connor or I swear- He thought, growling to himself as his ears flopped down.
"UghhHh-"
The bartender looked at him. "Are you okay?"
"Just waiting for my slow-poke friend." He said, giving a toothy grin and revealing his fangs, as the bartender nodded.
"If you say so.."

Connor kicked the door open in a very calm manner, letting it slam shut behind him. He looked around and then spotted Mason.
"I'm here you hEck," He called out to him, soon walking over and sitting next to him. "So, what's up? Did you bring me here for a reason or-?" He added, fixing his shirt sleeve as he spoke, only to watch it fall back down again.

Mason glared at him. "Your literally an hour late, dummy." He glared at him, his bunny ears lowered. "And yes, I called you here since I had nothing better to do-" He spun in the barstool.

"Well, sOrrYYy, princess, but I woke up late and had very little time to get ready, as you can tell." He replied, crossing his arms and crossing one leg over his other leg. He didn't respond to the other half of Mason's statement, but instead started chewing on his nails, looking at all the drinks behind the counter.

Mason huffed. "Call me princess again, barney- See what happens~" He teased.

Connor growled. "Call me Barney one more goddamn time and I'll punch your lights out," he said, raising his fist in the air just to slam it down onto the table.

. "Not my fault you died your hair purple, idiot." He said, leaning over and sticking his tongue out.

Connor scoffed, crossing his arms again. "You're lucky I know you well, or else I would've actually punched you by now." he mumbled, and snapped his fingers, hoping to alert the bartender. He didn't wanna deal with this anymore, so drinking is his best bet to getting out of this conversation.

Mason snickered. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too~" He said, smirking as he rested his hands under his chin.
(I gtg shortly- like- soon as heccin hecc-)

The bartender walked by, sighing. "What would you like?"

"Scotch whiskey." Connor replied, clearly looking rather tired. "What are you havin'?" he asked Mason, looking over at him.
(yiKes.)

"The strongest you got-" He looked up at the bartender, who nodded, and slid the whiskey and Spirytus, before Mason grinned. "Wow, they do know me." He muttered.

Connor chugged the whiskey, and slammed the glass down onto the table, almost breaking it. "Ohcrap-" He yelped, checking to make sure the glass didn't crack.

Mason downed the whole thing in one go, groaning after he set it on the counter, smirking. "Ah, thats better." He muttered, already feeling woozy.

Connor could see that Mason seemed to be getting drunk, and started scorching his seat away. "Nope. Nope. NOPE–"

Mason glared at him.
"Pussy-" He laughed. "I'm not that drunk-"

"OhISwearToGodDidYouJustCallMeA-" Connor said, gradually raising his voice. "I'm so gonna kill you you little punk-ass motherfu-"

Mason laughed. "Oh my god- Your so cute-" He snorted, not knowing what he just said.

Connor's face turned slightly pink, but he still kept his angry tone. "S-shut uP–" he yelled, not realizing he stuttered.

Mason grinned. "No, adorable suits you better~" He purred, now laughing.

"I'm so gonna rip your guts out—" he shouted, but he was lying. I mean, he probably would, but not now. He's starting to feel a little tipsy.

"Mm- I love you too~" He giggled, revealing his fangs as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Connor called for the bartender, ordering another whiskey, hiccuping quietly as he spoke.

(dammit he's addicted now somebody stop hiM-)

Mason paused. "Man, you might wanna slow down- Your gonna get drunk and do bAd shit-" The bartender slid another one over.