@50shadesofliv: don’t even get me started on breakout.

gustavo: jetlag is a motherfukin bitch gustavo: what time is it gustavo: 9pm ??? 

ian: i’m the worst person you could possibly ask

“–hey you,” raspy voice disrupting the still room and certainly interrupting their thoughts, as a figure falls into her eyesight. she sat dangerously perched on the second floor banister, looking down at the open floor below her. one hand gripped the strawberry smoothie, audibly slurping on her drink before tacking on anymore words. “wanna switch rooms? i’ll give you the rest of my milkshake and some skittles and ten euros,” a glittering and infectious grin tugged to the tips of her lips with each new word as her legs dangled and banged against the railing. “she’s a fucking babe. great hair, decent ass, enough tits to grip onto if you’re into that- if not, she’s got an okay closet you can raid.” slender shoulders lifted into a noncommittal shrug, “if i haven’t sold you yet, how about we just drag my bed into your room. nothing like a good ol’ threesome, right?” she teased, with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.

“ all very, very tempting -- ” ian replied before stashing his phone into the slip of his jeans. “ -- but i’ve unpacked. and none of the mentioned is really worth me having to pack and unpack. maybe you moving in wouldn’t be that bad of an idea though. ” 

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