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we got too deep | vinny

“Rude should be my middle name, yes. He didn’t even like the fucking toy.” She defends, yawning. “I love stuffed animals, okay?”

Kennedy nods sleepily with a hum of agreement, “Mhm - I’m tired, Vi. I’ll argue with you in the morning, okay?”

born a (not so) sinner // kennedy & heather

Heather’s eyes widened a bit as she nodded her head, but continued drinking it. She didn’t want to blackout and get sloppy, but she still wasn’t fully loosened up. By the end of this cup though, there was a 110% chance she would be. “Beer pong sounds kinda fun, but I’m pretty sure I’d lose at it.” Heather shook her head. “No, I haven’t. I usually pass up on the opportunity to be the d.d. of the night or just stay in and make unhealthy foods.”

"You'll be okay, H. I won't let you get sloppy and cry all over the street or send nasty drunk texts, I want better for you." She says with assurance, sensing the raven-haired girl's distress over the new information. Kennedy drinks from her cup with ease, the liquid not affecting her in any way as she was well-acquainted with the burn of such a mixture. “It’s not that hard, all you have to do is aim and throw. It’s more fun if you suck at it anyway.” She explains carelessly, knowing well enough from her many games of beer pong over the years. It was amazing to think back on her knowledge regarding anything alcohol-related, the blond really ought to write a book about it. “Maybe next time we’ll combine both our favorite things - I know a recipe for cupcakes made with Guinness and Bailey’s frosting.”

we got too deep | vinny

“Sure, shit queen - whatever you say.” She replies dissmissively, before letting out a laugh. “This random bear that belonged to my brother. I gave it to Zhak when…” She paused, knowing the story wasn’t one to tell out loud. “Someday. I don’t sleep with them anymore, though. Well - only sometimes.”

“You’re so rude, giving away your brother’s shit like that.” She mumbles in a half-hearted joke. “Sure, you don’t - I won’t judge you if you did.”

born a (not so) sinner // kennedy & heather

Heather giggled at the nickname and nodded in response, now being the one to take the lead. She led Kennedy over to where the drinks would be and poured herself a cup, slightly sipping on it. “I don’t know what junge juice is, but if it’s this, then I kind of like it. It’s tolerable.” Heather looked around hips still slightly swaying to the music, as she spoke up to Kennedy. “So, besides this, what else do you do at these kinds of parties?”

Kennedy was surprised by how Heather easily lead her to the drink table, thinking that she was the one who was suppose to be in charge of that type of thing. “Just be careful, they don’t call it jungle juice without reason - shit can make you blackout.” She warns, almost smiling at the idea of seeing Heather that inebriated. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about that. I’ve always done the same thing; walk around, talk to people, play beer pong, and then whatever happens is up to whoever is interesting enough. Have you ever been to a party like this?"