all blood, no guts

“God.” Teddy emphasized, hands reaching out to pick up Ophelia before she’d even had a chance to rise to her feet. “You literal freak of nature, can you please not cause a scene just because of my presence?” There was no real heat or anger in his words, just an amused smile on his face as he watched her meander and stumble around, voice loud enough to cause people to glance over. “Why the hell would I want to play Spin the Bottle with you? You’d just rig it somehow, I’d never land on anyone but you the whole game.” Not even bothering to put up a fight when Ophelia pressed her lips against his, he did nothing but chuckle into the chaste peck, immediately pressing the bottle of champagne to his mouth next and taking a large swig. “Fucking drunkard,” Teddy commented when he wrapped an arm around the other’s waist, attempting to keep her upright. “There’s no point little one. The mustache is gone. I bet some horny sorority bitch is eating it as we speak.” Letting out a desolate sigh, Teddy took another swig of champagne before glancing at the blonde in his arms, “Besides I’m not going anywhere until you give me a proper kiss. Who the hell am I anyway your brother? I know you can do better.”

“Oh!” Ophelia exclaimed, cherry-stained mouth dropping open into an ‘o’ as her fingers slid down from the exposed skin at her collarbone to toy with the strap of her satin slip. She’d acquired various costume props throughout the night, adding mismatched pieces (she’d snatched a fedora from a balding man just minutes prior) to the flimsy piece of lingerie she’d strolled in wearing. She looked almost like a child’s plaything, all messy hair and pieces hastily tacked on. “Talk dirtier, will you? I’m running out of late night material. Imagination’s run a bit dry.” Sucking her bottom lip so that it was now held between her teeth, she offered an obnoxiously slow wink before taking a step closer. “You mean why wouldn’t you want to play Spin the Bottle with me, especially if I rigged it. I mean, you’re practically begging now.” Smile slowly creeping across her features like the first spark of a wildfire on a blade of dry grass, she lazily tugged at the collar of his shirt to pull him just a breath short of her mouth. “You’re right,” she said, letting out a light laugh before closing the distance between them. Her hand found the back of his neck as she greedily pulled herself closer, standing up on her tiptoes before catching his bottom lip between her teeth. Releasing after a split second, she leaned in to kiss him once more before falling back onto her heels, eyes still stuck on his. “Would’ve kept going, you know, except I can’t afford for you to get too handsy. I’m not wearing anything under this, and frankly? I can’t think of anyone in here who deserves to see my tits.”

“Hello, hooligans, has anyone seen the ‘stache?!” Teddy shouted, unnecessarily, pointing to his obviously smooth face. “Freddie Mercury isn’t Freddie Mercury without the ‘stache, and I’m pretty sure I lost it during spin the bottle. Ugh. I need a drink.” The end of the sentence was more or less Teddy talking to himself, his dramatics at an all time high, which was saying something. Recognizing someone amongst the crowd of people he’d been shouting at, he pointed at them, keeping his pointer finger directed at them the entire time he walked closer, “What’s in the bottle? Can I have a shot? For my pain. Pretty please?” He asked, batting his eyelashes in what he hoped was an endearing way at the other.

“Do..– do my eyes deceive me? Is that the Teddy Lawrence, making his way over here? To moi?” Clutching wildly at her chest like she was the lead in a Spanish soap opera and had just been told her lover was actually her second cousin, Ophelia sunk to her knees, free hand still clasping a freshly opened champagne bottle. “Oh, Teddy!” She shrieked, scrambling back up to her feet once he was within swatting range. “Are you admitting you played Spin the Bottle and didn’t invite me? Bernard’s Gremlin of the Year award winner? Shame!” A huff of a breath left lips painted cherry red, and, either quickly or like a child, she leaned forward to press them against Teddy’s. “There – you’ve paid the price, partner. Now, drink up me hearty! Yo-ho!” Shoving the bottle toward him, she stumbled for approximately seven seconds before regaining her composure, hand firmly clasped on Teddy’s shoulder for support in her hard fought battle against gravity. “Let’s find your moustache, then.”

HELLO! screams at the top of my lungs as i fly into the room at a speed rivaling harry styles in this clip as he is shot into a different dimension. so….thIS is ophelia! she might b my fave character iv ever played bt….. idk ok anyway below the cut r some things abt her n pls dont hesitate to mssg me to plot i am always a heaux fr drama!