Same. x.com/SchemingHoe/st…

They should get drunk and raise the dead. Or see if they can drink themselves into a coma. x.com/SchemingHoe/st…

So — about that party ;;

She's invited. Party at his house. Bring your own bottle. Or blood bag.

Would anyone do that? Really?

And who's fault is that? She made her bed, she should lie in it. At least he's being semi civil to her. But only because he's too tired to fight.

Yeah, that's a good point but life only has any meaning because it ends. How long is she planning on running and making enemies?

Yeah, she needs a drink. Or seven by the sounds of it. And he will need just as many if this is gonna be the topic of conversation at the party.

What is she gonna do — dig em up like a dog digs a bone? "Katherine." he greets, his own drink in hand. "/Lovely/ to see you again."

Is she sure? Because the image he just got in his head is pretty funny. "Come in, make yourself at home." though he adds, "Just no killing anyone. I just had the place remodeled."

"Sup."

"Like what you see?" Brow arches skyward, a smirk twisting 'pon his visage.

"What's wrong with me?" Faux expression twists, hand covering his heart in mock hurt.

/ yeah too much to be here and there see ya

"Rager at my house later. Bring your fun side."

"You get naked?"

"You don't want to know my dreams, girl." Wink wonk.

"Are you trying to hurt me? If so, you're off your game, princess."