* fuck america

I’D RATHER BE EVERYONE’S SHOT OF BOURBON. than everyone’s cup of tea. 

                                 “ if cola  sent ya y’can tell ‘em i’m not goin’ fuck no one else and they can stop tryin’ i already ‘pologized for FUCKIN’ UP. ”

@ghostabsinthe

                                “ do me this HUGE ass favor and shut th’a fuck up. ”

                                   his eyes narrow almost MOCKINGLY at the kingsman, it seems that champ forgot to breif the man on even the most basic things regarding bourbon. “ now why would i show even t’slightest bit of ‘spect to you lot. ” he has no quarmls in himself about expressing absolute digust towards any of the outside world, the BRITTISH are worst of all if he’s being perfectly sure that they’re still fuckin’ the world over as he peaks ( though champagne is BLIND to it for whatever fucking reason ). as for RESPECT -------- “ i don’t trust the men that murdered my family, my job’s just to keep ‘em alive. so in what world d’ya expect me to even be ‘spectful of Y’LOT who just saunterned in expectin’ us t’give yall silver platters and cooperation. far as i’m concerned. ‘quila should’a ended you the minute he found ya. guy’s gone soft. ” he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal a trackin’ bracelette, a small smirk falling on his features, “ though maybe CHAMP don’t like y’all as much as he pretends to, stuck ya with me afterall. might just want you out of his hair. ” he doesn’t even bother responding to the fact that the other hasn’t shut up. he just starts walking again. heading to the elevator so they can go downstairs to his lab.