And I’m off to sleep somewhere else now—this’ll be an enjoyable end to New Years.
Have a good first of 2012, well, even if it’s the morning. Goodbye, now.
And I’m off to sleep somewhere else now—this’ll be an enjoyable end to New Years.
Have a good first of 2012, well, even if it’s the morning. Goodbye, now.
“I have Clubs. She’s right here. She’s so good to me. She’ll probably pick me up. I’m such a burden to her… How are you?”
I’m well, I’m well. Possibly going over to just sleep at someone else place, but we’ll see if that works out. And I’m drinking something nice—but not enough to get too drunk.
I hear fireworks outside, and that’s pleasant.
(Source: sevenluckypoints)
Happy New Years, Crowbar.
Happy New Years, Die. I hope you enjoy celebrating it to the fullest.
(❄) Diamonds gives crowbar a kiss on the cheek. "For being a (sort of?) friend even though I'm an insufferable prick a lot of the time."
You give a little chuckle, leaning in to kiss the side of her lips.
You’re one of the less insufferable Diamonds, even if you can be an emotional wreck. Happy New Years.
/gives a little smirk, tilting the glass up and taking a quick sip. You know, I was about to head to bed. Never been one too seriously party. Do you have any plans for tonight?Of course I do. I absolutely must sit on my butt and mourn the new sweep’s coming on feathered heels.
May I join you? I’d rather just not be here when everyone comes back drunk, per usual. I think the few others are asleep, anyway—Die and Doze are, I believe. Kind of like Christmas, except that didn’t end too well.
What are your plans for tonight?
“To be drunk and probably cry. You?”
Why cry, dear? It’s a good celebration, worth something happy. Nothing to be shedding tears over.
Drunk though, I guess that’s appropriate.
“I… am laying on the floor. I think Dave is going to die… I don’t know, I don’t really understand what he’s saying. Also, I can’t find Clubs… not that I’m looking very hard. And I hate myself, someone come find me… come see me… or send someone?” Diamonds just starts to cry.
She’s a vulnerable/sad drunk.
My goodness, I believe you should pick yourself up right now—go get a nice warm shower, and try not to stumble. Once you’re of clearer mind, contact Dave, and I’m sure Clubs is around somewhere. She’s probably just off celebrating the night herself.
What are your plans for tonight?
“To be drunk and probably cry. You?”
Why cry, dear? It’s a good celebration, worth something happy. Nothing to be shedding tears over.
Drunk though, I guess that’s appropriate.