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ataraxion2012-07-14 05:03 pm
unparental) wrote in ataraxion2012-07-14 05:03 pm
Entry tags:
- alaric saltzman,
- captain jack sparrow,
- elena gilbert,
- frodo baggins,
- godric,
- heather mason,
- jack kelly,
- jake english,
- jaye rinnark,
- jenna sommers,
- julian sark,
- megamind,
- miles edgeworth,
- murphy pendleton,
- netherlands,
- sam winchester,
- sawyer "soysauce" sciarrino,
- sherlock holmes (2009),
- taylor "tyke" kee
( 008 ) video ✶ just know when that glass is empty that the world is gonna bend
--No, no, okay. Theeeeeeeeeeere it-- it's on.
[ jenna slumps triumphantly back on the bed, landing in a not terribly graceful heap. it takes some serious hardcore dedication to boozing to get a vampire hammered, so while there's only one bottle in sight, more are out of range and spectacularly empty, with a few extras waiting in the wings.
she starts talking with the particular drunken air of someone continuing a conversation. ]
So, okay. We don't have movies-- not the right movies. There is not a single copy of Bridget Jones in there, I looked. Twice. [ she holds up two fingers, wiggling them a little. ] And no Titanic, which is required viewing for cliche emo nights, because-- hang on.
[ she stops, lifting up the bottle in her hand and draining almost all of the rest of it. impending sobering up is not something she wants to deal with right now.
and now on an entirely different thought. ]
Anyway. We should just make our own. 'I'll be back.' [ well, that was the worst arnold impression ever. ] Or 'I think we're gonna need a bigger boat'-- added benefit of irony because oh wow, do we not need that. Smaller would be better, here. A lot smaller.
You know what else we need? Doritos. Ranch ones. Or oh my god, Nacho cheese Doritos with nacho cheese glop and jalapenos. And Ben and Jerry's. And a barbecue place, while we're at it. [ beat. ] All right, who do I have to sell my soul to if I want say-- a vat of pulled pork and fixings?
...Right, and since I'm torturing myself. [ brb draining the end of that bottle. ] Any particular food cravings you're having? Don't skimp on details, I'm in a very masochistic place right now.
[ jenna slumps triumphantly back on the bed, landing in a not terribly graceful heap. it takes some serious hardcore dedication to boozing to get a vampire hammered, so while there's only one bottle in sight, more are out of range and spectacularly empty, with a few extras waiting in the wings.
she starts talking with the particular drunken air of someone continuing a conversation. ]
So, okay. We don't have movies-- not the right movies. There is not a single copy of Bridget Jones in there, I looked. Twice. [ she holds up two fingers, wiggling them a little. ] And no Titanic, which is required viewing for cliche emo nights, because-- hang on.
[ she stops, lifting up the bottle in her hand and draining almost all of the rest of it. impending sobering up is not something she wants to deal with right now.
and now on an entirely different thought. ]
Anyway. We should just make our own. 'I'll be back.' [ well, that was the worst arnold impression ever. ] Or 'I think we're gonna need a bigger boat'-- added benefit of irony because oh wow, do we not need that. Smaller would be better, here. A lot smaller.
You know what else we need? Doritos. Ranch ones. Or oh my god, Nacho cheese Doritos with nacho cheese glop and jalapenos. And Ben and Jerry's. And a barbecue place, while we're at it. [ beat. ] All right, who do I have to sell my soul to if I want say-- a vat of pulled pork and fixings?
...Right, and since I'm torturing myself. [ brb draining the end of that bottle. ] Any particular food cravings you're having? Don't skimp on details, I'm in a very masochistic place right now.
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Ms. Sommers, that was...
[He struggles with the proper words.]
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[ she loves you edgeworth, rly. ]
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[Though it...rather is his fault, he supposes.]