༚࿐࿒ “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs.” →┊ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ — ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀʙᴇɴᴛ. →┊sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ sʟ's ﹠ ᴍᴀɪɴs. →┊ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. →┊ʀᴛ?

༚࿐࿒ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ. →┊ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅᴇʀs. →┊ᴛʀɪsʜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ. →┊ᴊᴇʀɪ ʜᴏɢᴀʀᴛʜ. →┊ᴋɪ̶ʟ̶ɢ̶ʀ̶ᴀ̶ᴠ̶ᴇ - ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ. →┊ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ. →┊ʀᴛ?

ʙɪʀᴄʜ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ, ʜɪɢɢɪɴs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴏʙᴀʟᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ. ⊰|| ✧ ||⊱

On second thoughts, take a shot every time he speaks. Give it half an hour and you won't even be /able/ to hear his non-stop rhetoric.

Too sober for this.

⊰|| ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘs ||⊱

x| bitch I'm shook!! Shook!!!!

He's up. Stretching out uncomfortably as he tries to ignore the violent pounding of his head.

Yawns. It's a late start for him today.

Inhales deeply. Is someone cooking? He can't actually remember the last time he ate real food.

Who is he to turn down hot food? Jesse's stomach growls as he reaches for the offered fry, and bites into it. “—Thanks.” x.com/AtraAetherisms…

“/My/ favourite restaurant?” The question is fired back with open derision. “Go on then. Tell me what it is. Then I'll come.” x.com/akathepurplema…

His skin is crawling. He's going to take a shower.

Poison of the day? Bourbon. And in a glass, this time.

The only cure for a hangover? More alcohol.

Twists open a bottle of bourbon. What has he missed?

⊰|| ✶ ||⊱