"Don't worry, we'll protect our own." ♡

Oh no, now what. An SOS glance at Gren and--. "We could have a sleepover at the bar-." ???

"Fuck off, there wasn't anything /to/ fuckin' settle to begin with. Ya' upset my damn family, you piece of shit."

(( Rip avi-. ))

(( Would highkey make layouts for all of you tbh--. ))

@Fabled_Dove (( Send me a picture in DMs, love and I'll do it right after I'm done doing my nails. ♡ ))

Concerned Holly squinting from across the bar--. Slow down there beastie.

Debates drinking with Gren. Squints more---.

Snort. You're on big boy, she's currently got five bottles and a closed sign---.

(( You're too much, ma colombe. ♡ )) x.com/Fabled_Dove/st…

Snort-. That interaction is going nowhere fast, but she still can't help listening in--. Poor Chen.

"What the fuck-."

More like trashy. "I'm not liking it any more than you are, hon-." x.com/Fabled_Dove/st…

"Get used to it, Arterton. Jack really loves to STIR THE SHITPOT-." x.com/Fabled_Dove/st…

"Don't even get me started on that lapdog-." x.com/Fabled_Dove/st…

"Glad we're on the same fuckin' page." x.com/DamnedPrickste…

@Fabled_Dove Of course Holly was there, slender fingertips rapping absent-mindedly against the cherry stained wood of the bar, an all too--

@Fabled_Dove --pale cheek resting in the palm of her hand. Her gaze shifted to see her newest problem child stroll through the door, arm--

@Fabled_Dove --in arm with her love. That's a wrap folks, hide the whiskey. "Didn't that last hangover scare you off, hon?"--

@Fabled_Dove --A snigger, and a correction in posture, leaving her standing upright. "What do y' want now?"