under co.

Send me 🍟 for my muse’s reaction to yours stealing one of their fries l accepting.

She had been drinking and enjoying herself, finding a way through people trying to talk her into either drugs or sex. Eve was here with Phil and that for a reason: seeing him in his natural habitat -and because she kind of liked him. Stuck in a closet she couldn’t help but laugh and let her hands run down to the waistband of his pants before she leaned closer to his ear.

“Tempting offer but I’m not nearly drunk enough to accept that. Not here anyway. How nice of you to think so good of me that I can get you off in five minutes though.”

{ @stcnerbcner || continued from here (x)}

that fucking voice was his newfound death -- it was settled. maybe it was because the beers seemed to loosen her up, maybe it was because he was half an inch apart from her, or maybe it was the idea of a girl he considered a goodie two shoes going down on him.

it made him shiver. he smiled almost SHYLY ( what an ACT. ) and made himself no stranger -- hand reaching down to wrap firmly around her wrist, other wrapping around her waist loosely, and odd situation, really.

why must I ship trash bags together it physically hurtsss

RP starters: Heated argument. l accepting.

she takes a deep breath and lets her quickly risen anger calm down before fish tilts her head to the side and surveys the small thug for a moment.

❝betrayal. that is seriously enough for you to know. pretty sure he is also plotting to kill me, too.❞