@_sleeby_rat_
"There's no way in the underworld you would ever beat me in a smoking contest sweetheart."
"There's no way in the underworld you would ever beat me in a smoking contest sweetheart."
"You wanna bet?" She said, putting her phone down and crossing her arms over her hoodie.
"I beat you last time, I'll beat you this time. At least I didn't pass out like a 15 year old taking their first hit." Sam was suddenly aware of the tray poking his elbow in just the way that he was pretty sure he might end up falling directly on Matt in roughly five minutes
(flashbacks to when I took my first hit, which was a shotgun hit actually lol, and then soon after begged my friend for a hot pocket)
Matt groaned and hid his face in his hands. He just wanted to hide and go die in a hole somewhere. "I need more liquor to deal with this." One hand began searching for a flask somewhere in his jacket pockets.
"Well, you have to consider that I was already stoned before I got here," she pointed out.
"Sure lightweight." Sam accidentally leaned forward a little too much, and his elbow buckled, sending his face directly into Matt's collarbone. "Oh my god."
She rolled her eyes. "Can't you just magic your way out of that?"
"I wish, but thanks to the storm and the fucking ocean I can barely do shit."
"GET YOUR FACE OFF MY ROYAL CHEST YOU WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WHIMEY HORNSWAGLER" Matt flailed his arms about in panic and sadness he couldn't get his liquor.
"Well, you're fucked," she said with a shrug.
"Newsflash asshole, I can move one fucking arm thanks to your titanic ass," he grumbled into Matt's collarbone
"aaAAAHHH!!!" Matt shrieked and his whole body bucked in response, unlocking his legs finally and sending both of the dudes flying. He curled up against the cupboard, eyes wide as he clutched his collarbone. Why am I so ticklish?!
Sam crashed into a shelf, and an empty box fell on his head. He took it off and chucked it to the side. He blinked a few times and squinted at Matt. He may have bad eyesight but was the drunk…blushing?
Vivienne groaned. These idiots and their stupid drunk.
(hi Topaz) Sam has almost forgotten about the vampire. He chucked a scone at her. "Shut it tiny."
Vivienne flipped him off again, munching on the scone.
He scowled at her before rubbing his back where he had hit the shelf. The drunk guy could throw pretty hard for a human
Viv rolled her eyes, lying flat on the ceiling with a bored sigh.
Sam dragged himself to his feet, stretching and leaning against the counter before reaching over and grabbing a brownie. They were actually really good
(um I'm probably going to leave this rp if somebody wants to take over Amber or just change it so that somebody else owns the cafe then go for it)
(awww)
(sorry lol just pretend Amber ran away to the city or something?? Or she just got really stoned and isn't available idk)
(ugh fine lol)
(have fun bye)
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