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Darcey Hammond - October 21, 2011 02:47 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Once Darcey had managed to find said marshmallows her dear best friend had wanted and of course get past the sleeping dog who had barricaded her front door, she made her way up to the top floor of the building, coming to a halt just outside Robbie's front door. Normally, she's just barge right in, but not tonight. No, tonight she had actually remembered her lady like manners and knocked. But of course, those manners only lasted a good five seconds before she tossed her hair over her shoulder and tried to open the door. Locked! Ha! Like locking his door would ever stop her from getting in. Yeah right. She had a key after all. Shifting the the bag of sugary goodness to one arm, she fished her keys out of her pocket before unlocking the door and slipping inside; once again locking the door behind her. Robbie! Where for art thou? The blonde called, slipping off her shoes, tossing her keys onto the nearest table as she sauntered farther into his apartment. Casually shaking the bag of marshmallows, in hopes her shaggy haired best friend would make an appearance. Looks. Like there's no one home, guess I'll just enjoy these tasty marshmallows all to myself then. She teased as she plopped herself down onto the couch, tucking her one foot underneath her as she gave the bag a little shake.
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<div style= "font-face: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; color: #FFFFFF">you're all i need</font></div></div>

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Robbie Jonson - October 21, 2011 07:33 AM (GMT)
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Robbie would say he had no idea why he suddenly wanted skittles and vodka, skittle vodka, but that would be a lie. He loved skittles and seeing as he still had loads left over from when he and Darcey decided to make it, he saw it and wanted it, but he didn't want to drink alone. Nope, that's usually a bad thing. There was lots left and he wanted company and the one person that came to mind was Darcey so he texted and demanded she come up, with marshmallows. That was just another random edition to the mix that he suddenly wanted. They might taste weird after drinking the skittle vodka but he didn't care, he'd most probably still eat them. Hopefully it wouldn't make him sick because that would suck. While Robbie waited not so patiently he put on some music and after making sure his awesome turtle had some fresh food he disappeared back into his spare room. Said room was like a work space as most knew and he was currently working on a random big pierce that he started out of boredom. He was all focused on it and stuff, until he heard the shake of the marshmallow bag. He came running out to a sliding stop. <b>"You will not devour them without me!"</b> He hoped over the couch gave her that puppy dog eyed look.
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Darcey Hammond - October 22, 2011 03:42 AM (GMT)
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<div style="text-align: justify; width: 370px; margin-top:18px; margin-bottom:5px; line-height:100%; font-family: small fonts; color: #555555; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:6.5px;">How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Darcey wasn't entirely sure how well skittles vodka and marshmallows would go together, but Robbie had demanded that she bring her stash of marshmallows along, so she had. It wasn't like they had to drink the vodka and eat the marshmallows at the same time right? Pssh. No. They had all night do drink, eat or do what ever they wanted. Though, she had a feeling the night would mostly consist of drinking and lots of laughing fits. Lots of them. Neither Robbie, nor Darcey drank all that much, which was weird considering he was also a bartender. But, hey casual drinking with friends was way more fun then binge drinking, only to wake up the next morning not knowing where you were. Wanna bet? She teased shaking the bag in his direction once again. Cuddling the bag against her chest as she quirked a brow at his puppy dog eyed look.No! That look won't work on me! Sticking out her lower lip in a pout, she reluctantly handed the bag of yummy goodness over to him. So.. besides getting drunk and munching down on marshmallows, what are we going to do my most awesome best friend ever? She asked, poking him playfully in the shoulder. </div>
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Robbie Jonson - October 22, 2011 10:22 AM (GMT)
[dohtml]<center><div style="width:400px;background-color:#F7F1DB;border-left:30px solid #729A2A;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;padding-right:4px;"><div style="width:400px;border-left:dotted 1px #151515;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;"><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz4cypEop1qbdt3yo1_r7_400.jpg" width=400><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Wire+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family:wire one;font-size:45px;color:#729A2A;text-align:center;line-height:80%;text-shadow:#E2A9F3 1px 1px 1px;">MY MIND IS A WARRIOR</div><div style="font-family: Arial;font-size:10.5px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:70%;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-bottom:5px;font-variant:small-caps;border-bottom:dotted 1px #151515;text-shadow: #BCA9F5 1px 1px 1px;">my heart is a foreigner. my eyes are the colour of red like the sunset. never keep it bottled up left to the hands of the foreigner. be a true heart not a follower. we’re not done yet now. i see it in your movements and i. if we can ever do this right, i'm never gonna let you down. oh, i'll never let you down.</div><div style="width:390px;font-family: Arial;font-size:10px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:90%;padding:4px;">
They had all night to do whatever they pleased in their usual awesome way. No, neither of them did drink all that much but every now and then it was fun to just see who could drink the most without feeling drunk. Which for them usually did end with them laughing at just about anything. Robbie got the giggles a lot when he drank and with the right company it was always a fun time. He enjoyed being a bartender, you got to meet all sorts of people to regulars. People were always surprised to find out that he just didn't drink as much as they would think. Binge drinking was pretty bad. He'd take a random demand of skittle vodka and marshmallows with his awesome best friend over bring drinking any day. When she teased and shook the bag in front of his face again that puppy dog eyed look just stayed on his face. He knew it would work its magic and before he knew it he was being handed the bag of sugary goodness. Seconds later it was ripped open and three were stuffed into his mouth. <b>"We could...."</b> He swallowed the marshmallows, <b>"we could attempt to play the wii while drunk again."</b> Though that could be dangerous. Last time he did end up on the floor multiple times.
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Darcey Hammond - October 23, 2011 04:59 AM (GMT)
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<div style="text-align:center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; width:380px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10%; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:1px 2px 2px #272727; letter-spacing:-2px; "><i>you're everything</i></div>

<div style="text-align: justify; width: 370px; margin-top:18px; margin-bottom:5px; line-height:100%; font-family: small fonts; color: #555555; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:6.5px;">How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Casual drinking was way more fun then binge drinking. Who, in their right mind really liked waking up the next day without even a glimpse of what happened the night before? No one. Unless they were crazy. But yeah, not Darcey. No she liked to remember most things. It wasn't any fun to not remember what went down the previous night. Life was all about making memories, so why drink so much that you can't even remember your own name? No thank you. Robbie and Darcey time, involving alcohol or not was always amazing. No matter what they did, be it just sitting on the couch staring at the wall. Because, lets face it. We all know they've totally been there done that. Giggling as he stuffed the marshmallows into his mouth she shook her head. I gave myself a black eye last time. But.. I dare say, we should. Because. Its fun. Nodding her head, she tugged the bag of sugary goodness away from him as she stuffed three marshmallows of her own into her mouth. You.. Swallowing she grinned. Have to set it up, and get me some skittles vodka. Because I sir. Am not moving from this couch, unless it's to make a pillow fort on the floor.

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Robbie Jonson - October 23, 2011 11:43 PM (GMT)
[dohtml]<center><div style="width:400px;background-color:#F7F1DB;border-left:30px solid #729A2A;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;padding-right:4px;"><div style="width:400px;border-left:dotted 1px #151515;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;"><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz4cypEop1qbdt3yo1_r7_400.jpg" width=400><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Wire+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family:wire one;font-size:45px;color:#729A2A;text-align:center;line-height:80%;text-shadow:#E2A9F3 1px 1px 1px;">MY MIND IS A WARRIOR</div><div style="font-family: Arial;font-size:10.5px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:70%;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-bottom:5px;font-variant:small-caps;border-bottom:dotted 1px #151515;text-shadow: #BCA9F5 1px 1px 1px;">my heart is a foreigner. my eyes are the colour of red like the sunset. never keep it bottled up left to the hands of the foreigner. be a true heart not a follower. we’re not done yet now. i see it in your movements and i. if we can ever do this right, i'm never gonna let you down. oh, i'll never let you down.</div><div style="width:390px;font-family: Arial;font-size:10px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:90%;padding:4px;">
It was definitely more fun and not to mention safer. Robbie knew some people did just go out to just get completely wasted without much of a care for remembering, just as long as they have a good time. Robbie though, he definitely preferred not drinking that much and actually remembering things. And maybe deep down he just didn't trust himself to get completely wasted to that point just in case he does something regrettable in one way or another. He gets drunk easy sure but he knows his limits. They understood each other and knew how to have a good time, so they always would. Staring competition with a wall to see who would backs out first, yep, that's happened. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. <b>"Wii, you either hurt yourself or someone else, especially when intoxicated."</b> He shook his head again. It really was true. The Wii could be very dangerous. He shook his head and got up, <b>"You will move from the couch at some point."</b> He said as he made his way over to the TV, switching on the Wii and then tossing the controllers over on the couch before disappearing off into the kitchen. <b>"What flavour?"</b>
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Darcey Hammond - October 24, 2011 05:13 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Shaking her head she gave him a shrug of her shoulders. The Wii was down right dangerous. Silly Nintendo for coming out with it. It was just an accident waiting to happen, sober or not. This is true. Just don't let me hit myself in the face again. It hurt and wasn't pretty. Try having to explain that one to your parents, teachers or anyone for that matter. It was just as bad as walking into a door. Which, sadly Darcey had done a few times. She wasn't the most graceful person ever. Nope. Not leaving this couch. You cannot possibly make me. The couch was comfy, so why would she possibly even dream of moving? Unless it was to go home and sleep. But then again, depending how much they drank tonight, she'd probably just crash on said couch till the morning. Grabbing one of the Wii controllers as they were tossed onto the couch, she pulled a face. Surprise me? It was skittles vodka. Really, it didn't matter what flavor he tossed at her. It was made from skittles. Enough said. So uh, are you going to sing me a sexy song? Like you said you would. I know its not my birthday yet. But I just think you should. She called out towards his direction.
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Robbie Jonson - October 25, 2011 04:47 AM (GMT)
[dohtml]<center><div style="width:400px;background-color:#F7F1DB;border-left:30px solid #729A2A;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;padding-right:4px;"><div style="width:400px;border-left:dotted 1px #151515;border-right:dotted 1px #151515;"><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz4cypEop1qbdt3yo1_r7_400.jpg" width=400><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Wire+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="font-family:wire one;font-size:45px;color:#729A2A;text-align:center;line-height:80%;text-shadow:#E2A9F3 1px 1px 1px;">MY MIND IS A WARRIOR</div><div style="font-family: Arial;font-size:10.5px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:70%;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;padding-bottom:5px;font-variant:small-caps;border-bottom:dotted 1px #151515;text-shadow: #BCA9F5 1px 1px 1px;">my heart is a foreigner. my eyes are the colour of red like the sunset. never keep it bottled up left to the hands of the foreigner. be a true heart not a follower. we’re not done yet now. i see it in your movements and i. if we can ever do this right, i'm never gonna let you down. oh, i'll never let you down.</div><div style="width:390px;font-family: Arial;font-size:10px;color:#180F08;text-align:justify;line-height:90%;padding:4px;">
The Wii was fun though and fun usually took the priority. That's why Robbie decided to buy it. Even though he has indeed hurt himself and had to buy a new controller once or twice. <b>"I'll try my best."</b> Like always. She was definitely the most accident prone person he knew. I mean he wasn't the most graceful at times but she definitely had him beat by a long shot. <b>"Who said I was gonna make you?"</b> She'd make herself. Hey, everyone needed the bathroom right, and she would once they started drinking. Even if they just done shots. And she'd be crashing here in which he'd offer his bed for her to stay on while he took the couch, like always. They'd made all flavours so he took a moment or two to decide. Pouring out two shots of strawberry and two of lime then carefully made his way back into the living room and placed them on the table. <B>"Later we should mix a few flavours and see how it turns out."</b> There was plenty to experiment with and it would just be fun. Hopefully he could still pour a glass by then. Grabbing the other Wii controller he looked over at her. <b>"If I'm setting up, you have to decide what we're playing."</b> Yep, those were the rules.
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Darcey Hammond - October 25, 2011 08:45 PM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Shaking her head she frowned. You'll try? Pssh, yeah right. Knowing you, you'll be the one to hit me. She joked. He wouldn't really hit her with the controller, not on purpose anyways. But if it happened to slip out of his hand and flew at her, she wouldn't get mad. The girl was so accident prone, it was a miracle she'd only ever broken her arm when she was ten. With the amount of times she'd gotten hurt you'd think she'd have at least broken more then one bone. But nope, only her arm when she had the bright idea to try doing a cartwheel at the top of a flight of stairs. She wasn't the smartest person ever. But at least she was able to admit that fact, right? I did. She was going to do her best not to get up from the comfy couch, unless it was for the bathroom. But sooner or later, they'd probably get bored of the Wii and she'd start running around like the spazz she was. Because, that was something she often did. At least when Robbie was around. Skittles Vodka experiments? Hell yeah. She'd drink it anyways, it didn't matter what flavor it was, it was skittles vodka why wouldn't' she drink it. Narrowing her eyes at him, she shot him a playful glare. Do you even have to ask? Obviously I want to kick you're ass in Mario Kart. At least she wanted to while she was sober, before her gaming skills went down hill.

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He done as she had and shook his head. <b>"I fell into you that one- three times and you forever hold it against me! I said I was sorry. All three- maybe four times."</b> He faked a pout but quickly was smiling again. They could be as bad as each other sometimes, especially whilst they were around one another. And if alcohol was involved it just rose the risk of something clumsy happening. It was only a matter of time really, but it's not like everything ends in pain. It was usually laughter. If you couldn't laugh at your own stupidity or clumsiness then you didn't know how to have fun, and would most probably be all embarrassed all the time. Stairs and Robbie didn't always get along either, he tended to trip up them. Them up and deciding to run around just cause, very likely. Robbie smiled when she was up for the experimenting. <b>"I just got the best idea. We should make skittle vodka popsicles!"</b> He was doing it. He shook his head at her next words then got up and put in Mario Kart before grabbing the steering wheel adapter things, giving one to her then placing his controller into it. <b>"You're going down."</b> Clicking through the menu he picked Yoshi and waited for her.
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Pouting she shot him yet another glare, desperately trying to fight back a smile. You're so mean to me. Always beating me up. Makes me wonder why I hang around you. Shaking her head she gave a dramatic sigh. Experimenting was always fun. Whether it was for a school project, trying a new food or drink, or just something plain crazy. Darcey would try it. Unless it involved climbing a tree. That was just something she wouldn't ever do. Never. Popsicle's? Dude. Your amazing. She squealed smiling over at him as she placed her control into the steering wheel adapter. That was defiantly something they'd have to try. It sounded amazing, why wouldn't they? Shooting him another glare, she picked Toad and shook her head several times. You mean, you're going down. Right? She was so going to cream him. Or at least try. Mario Kart was after all her favorite game. Lets boogie! Shifting on the couch to get more comfortable she nudged him playfully before turning her attention to the video game. Loser.. has to uh? I don't know, what shall we bet on?

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Robbie Jonson - October 26, 2011 03:58 PM (GMT)
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He let out an overly dramatic sigh and shook his head. <b>"All is fair in love and war."</b> He was no longer able to not smile. Experimenting was something he's grown up doing with all sorts of things. He enjoyed trying new things and experimenting was definitely a way to do just that. He grinned and nodded his head all enthusiastically. <b>"I know this."</b> He wasn't that big headed but that idea was pretty damn awesome of him to come up with. Why it took so long he didn't know, well, okay maybe it had something to do with him not being the biggest drinker out there but hey. The idea was out there now and Darcy was up for it too, and even if she wasn't which he doubted, he was still going to do it. But first he wanted to stick to shots and Mario Kart. <b>"Nope, you are."</b> He stood by his statement. It was one of his favourite games too and they always gave each other a run for their money. <b>"Um... the loser has to get their face painted by the other."</b> He shrugged, <b>"I don't know..."</b> His eyes were still on the TV as the race started to load up. <b>"You pick something."</b> He nodded as he waited for the count down.
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Rolling her eyes, she sighed dramatically. I'm just feeding your ego with compliments aren't I? Grinning she shook her head. It was something she always did, without even thinking. She liked giving him compliments, it was fun. Unless he became all big headed and got a ego overload, but that rarely happened. With face paint or makeup? Pulling a face she giggled at the thought of being able to draw on his face. It would be fun. Gripping the controller her gaze narrowed towards the television as the count down came to a end. And the race was off! I say the loser removes a article of clothing. Yeah, she went there. She hadn't even thought of the consequences of playing... strip Mario Kart. Yeah, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. But hey, if neither wanted to get naked, they'd both race even harder to win. Keeping a straight face, she kept her gaze on the screen as Toad zoomed around her half of the screen. You're so going down mister!

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Robbie Jonson - October 27, 2011 12:39 PM (GMT)
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Robbie flashed that big grin of his at her words. <b>"Yeah, but it's not like I ever get big headed."</b> Not in the bad sense. In a joking manner, sure, but never would Robbie be someone who was genuinely egotistical sense. And even if he ever did she'd probably be the one to smack him back down a peg of two. Not that she'd ever need to but still. Robbie pulled a face at the mention of make up. <b>"Either or I guess."</b> He'd go with paint because that's what he was good at, but he knew that she would enjoy putting make up on him she always did. But that was all put aside for the time being as he was fully focused on the TV as the race started. Of course her suggestion of removing clothing caught his attention. <b>"Strip Mario Kart, huh? If that's what you wanna lose at."</b> He smirk, not really thinking of any consequences because he didn't think he'd lose. <b>"Never!"</b> He exclaimed as Yoshi zoomed around a corner.
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Darcey Hammond - October 28, 2011 01:29 AM (GMT)
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And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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You big headed? Yeah right. I mean you're head is already so big, it couldn't possibly get any bigger. She was joking of course. As she usually was. He knew that, thank god. Or most of what came out of her mouth towards him would seem really mean. But she meant it in the most loving and sarcastic way possible. Drawing on his face with makeup, or anything really was fun. She loved to torture him. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before. At least once or twice during a sleepover, she'd totally drew on his face with permanent marker. Yes. Strip Mario Kart. Me lose? Yeah right. The thought of what they were saying, or planning to do hadn't even crossed her mind. It was just another random thing that came out of their mouths. Often without thinking. Frowning as Yoshi zoomed past Toad, she shot him a evil glare before returning her attention to the television. Prepare to get naked. She said in the most nonchalant way possible as Toad shot out a shell.

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<b>"Exact- hey!"</b> He went to protest but he stopped and gave a shrug of his shoulders. <b>"My head is kinda big- but not in that way!"</b> He stated all serious like, or at least he tried to before a smile slipped onto his face again. If they weren't friends, yes, some things that she says to him could be considered mean and the like, but they were friends- best friends. And he knew the things she said weren't seriously meant, it was just fun teasing. Something they were both good at, her mostly. Unfortunately for him he as lost bets in the past and she has gotten to put makeup on him. He was going to avoid that tonight. Sharpie's should never be around either of them, especially if one or the other passes out. <B>"I ain't losing, so you're gonna."</b> He nodded his head, all full of confidence he was. The fact that they would be losing clothing if they lost hadn't completely hit him but that was because he didn't think it would be him doing so. They say a lot of things without thinking. Robbie's attention never left the TV screen knowing full well that she was probably glaring his way, not that he cared he was grinning happily. As Yoshi was hit with a shell though that grin quickly went away. <b>"Oh no you didn't."</b> Of course he was smiling again as he used his star and that happy music of awesomeness played as he sped up again collecting another box on the way. <b>"I'm gonna get yah!"</b>
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Darcey Hammond - October 28, 2011 05:31 PM (GMT)
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And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Shrugging she grinned. It's smaller now that you chopped off your curls. Which I'm still mad at you for. She was never going to let him forget that little fact either. Oh no, never. She brought him cutting his hair up as much as she could. I plan on pummling you into the floor, so no you. She said in a matter-of-fact sort of tone as well as shooting him another glare, which quickly turned into a beaming smile as Yoshi was hit with a shell. Oh yes I did. Deal with it. She teased, her smile qu9ickly fading at the sound of the awesome music. How dare he use a star. You cheated! No fair! Of course, she knew he wasn't in fact really cheating. You possibly couldn't cheat in Mario Kart. Besides, the star was there to make you all aweomse and get ahead in the race. Since she had been so wrapped up in the idea of him cheating her attention had been glued to his half of the screen, absentmindly driving toad into a wall and then he was hit with a shell, and another quickly sending her into last place. Gasping dramatically as she finally noticed what had happened she jutted out her lower lip in the form of a pout, before tossing her controller to the ground in frustration. Yes, she was being over dramatic. That and she wanted to distract him, so he'd lose as well. Which was why, right after her tanturm even before he could react she threw her arms around him in possibly the biggest and tightest hug ever. Pretty much squeezing the life out of him, or trying; well sort of.

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Robbie Jonson - October 29, 2011 10:28 AM (GMT)
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He rolled his eyes and shook his head in a mocking manner as she hit at his hair cutting again. <B>"How many times do I have to say, hair grows!"</b> He knew she would probably keep bringing up that his hair cutting, and he will always say the same. <b>"Yeah, yeah... whatever."</B> He shook his head with a smile. He wasn't convinced. He was fully focused on his half of the screen as he activated the star. Hey, it may not of been a shell that he could get his payback on her but it was still awesome and got him speeding into first place. And that put a big grin back on his face. <b>"And you're a sore loser."</b> He hit back still grinning happily. He knew he wasn't cheating by using the star, there was no cheating because the whole point of the game was to win by using all the objects you get. And Robbie was lucky enough to get a star. Lap two and he was still zooming ahead in the race. He glanced at her screen long enough to notice that she'd crashed then let out a chuckle as she threw her little tantrum. They took turns in doing that and he was glad it was her. He was readying himself for the win when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. <B>"You're the cheater!"</b> He exclaimed as he was hit skidded out of control. <b>"Oh, you're getting it..."</b> He dropped his controller and turned around to face her then picked her up momentarily to throw her off balance then laid her back down before releasing a tickle attack on her.
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Darcey Hammond - October 30, 2011 06:01 AM (GMT)
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And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
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Yes, but its not the same! Frowning she shook her head. He just didn't get it. Yes, hair was hair. It would grow back no matter what you did to it. It was just she had liked his curly locks. Perhaps more then she should have. So?! She was in fact the biggest sore loser ever. She didn't like losing at anything. She wasn't one to rub winning in a person's face, but losing? Hell to the no, she just didn't like losing end of story. He was supposed to be nice and let her win. Oh hell, who was she kidding. She wouldn't like that one bit. If she was to win she wanted to know she had earned it on her own. Someone letting you win was never fun, no matter how old you were. Nope. Still you. I'm the sore loser remember? She stated as she clung to him, grinning. As he was hit and skidded out of control, she let out a laugh; well more like snorted. But before she had time to react he dropped his own controller and had turned to face her. What do you think you're doing. She questioned raising a brow at him, only then he was picking her up, setting her back down and tickling her. Which of course resulted in her letting out a shriek as she began to squirm. Stop! Stop! Stop It! Robbie! She cried, swatting at his hand as she tried her best to wiggle away, only failing. Uncle! She hated being tickled. It was the worst. It almost always made her sides hurt, because she laughed so much.
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Robbie Jonson - October 31, 2011 01:41 PM (GMT)
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<b>"Deal with it."</b> He stuck out his tongue. Hey, he liked having his curly hair too but he also liked his hair the way it was now too. And it still had a bit of curl to it, he'd never lose that it just wasn't as long and less playable with. He just smiled and shook his head, if anyone knew how much of a sore loser she could really be it was him. They challenge each other randomly all the time, but he's pretty sure when it came to playing video games caused the biggest reaction. Yeah, he could be nice and let her win but he didn't think that was nice, he thought that was kind of patronizing or something. He knew she'd want to win all on her own she has done so all this time, so he wasn't worried about her wanting him to let her win. <b>"That you are!"</b> Oh, she was going to get it and the tickle attack was always his first option because he knew how ticklish she was. It was always amusing to him to see how ticklish she was. She tried to swat his hands away but he just kept tickling her. He could keep going but he wasn't that mean and he was thirsty, lucky for her. He did however pin her hands down, <b>"you're lucky I like you."</b> He flashed a frin before letting go of her and reaching over for one of the shot glasses. <b>"We should've known better to try and play the Wii."</b> He let out a chuckle, <b>"that's gotta be a record for the shortest time we've last on the thing."</b> He gave a shrug of his shoulders. <b>"Come on, shots!"</b>
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Darcey Hammond - October 31, 2011 11:31 PM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Make me! Pouting, she shook her head. At least you pull of short hair. Me? Oh god, I'd look like a boy with boobs. Not that she actually knew what she would look like with short hair. Her hair had always been long, ever since she could remember. Short was fun and all, if you could pull it off. But long hair was just better. You could do so much more to it. She let out a playful sob when he continued to tickle her. Curse her ticklish sides. It sucked. There wasn't even a point in trying to fight back because, lets face it he'd only tickle her more if she tried. He was just mean like that. Always picking on her. But, she always managed to get him back. Wiggling back up into a sitting position, she crossed her legs as reached over and grabbed the other shot glass. That's because you cheated. Or so she liked to think. When really, she'd been the cheater the whole time. All he did was use a star to get ahead, she on the other hand had attacked him with a hug. I bet I can do more shots then you. Oh yeah, she went there. She liked a challenge, and seeing how neither drank that much it would be funny to see how long either lasted. With that, she gave him a smile, wiggled her brows and downed the shot before he even had the chance to react to what she said. She already knew the answer though. This was Robbie, he wasn't one to back down from challenge.

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Robbie Jonson - November 1, 2011 11:52 AM (GMT)
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<b>"Nah."</b> He lifted his shoulders in another shrug before smiling as she went on. <b>"Your hair is great as it is."</b> A smile was flashed as he nodded his head. He couldn't really say no to cutting her hair seeing as he'd gone and cut his even though he knew she liked his curly locks. See she knew him all so well, he most definitely would've tickled her more if she fought to stop him. Pfft! She totally picked on him more that's why she usually got these tickle attacks. They were his self-defence. He shook his head when she claimed he cheated again. <b>"Did not, you did."</b> And she knew it. <i>I bet I can do more shots then you."</i> Oh, no she didn't. Robbie shook his head, <b>"yeah, right."</b> He knocked his shot back then reached over and picked up the other knocking that back too. He pulled a bit of a face before the tastiness of the shot hit him then grinned. Robbie would never ever back down from a challenge. <b>"Bring it on!"</b> He stood up and went into the kitchen to grab the bottles. Hey, it would be easier if they were within reach for this challenge. Them having to keep going back and forth would just end with one of them falling, dropping a bottle or glass- then again that could happen at anytime with them just sitting around doing shots given that they both weren't big drinkers. He placed the bottles down on the table and sat back down. <b>"Let's do this!"</b>
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Darcey Hammond - November 2, 2011 02:04 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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I did not! I just hugged you. Hugging is not cheating. Everyone knows that. It was true. Hugging was awesome, not a form of cheating. Well unless you were Darcey playing a video game you were horribly losing at, then it became a form of cheating. Even though she had cheated, it was all done in the name of fun. Nothing else. Pfft. I'm older then you. Clearly I have way more experience. Nodding her head, she smiled at him before she too grabbed another shot and knocked it back. Just like he did, she too pulled a face at the bitterness of the vodka, but once the taste of skittles hit her tongue her smile grew. Ah, skittles vodka was the best. You are going down! Why the bottles hadn't been brought into the living room in the first place, she hadn't even thought about. But now that they were all in the same room it made things easier. This way they could keep knocking back shots until one of them gave up, or they ran out. No longer did they have to risk hurting themselves trying to get another drink. What do we win? Besides.. the satisfaction of creaming the other, and of course a lovely hangover. Nudging him playfully she leaned forward, grabbing the lime flavor she pour two shots each, all while trying to remain on the couch due to her legs still being crossed. Setting the bottle back down, she picked up two glasses offering one to him. Cheers. With that, she knocked back the shot.

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Robbie Jonson - November 2, 2011 07:06 PM (GMT)
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<b>"It is when you do it to purposely make me crash just because you did!"</b> He hit back and trying to be all serious about it but it was clear that they were just messing around, like always. Hugging was awesome and he loved a good hug just like most. Robbie shook his head as she brought up being older. <b>"Age means nothing in this! And being older doesn't always mean more experience..."</b> He stated as he watched her knock back her other shot. He thought it was true. Sure with some things she would be right but there were a lot of things that had nothing to do with being older, experience wise. Skittle Vodka was awesome. You may not be the biggest Vodka fan but who didn't like skittles? Okay, sure some people probably didn't like either but they were just missing out in all this awesomeness. Their loss. The bottles probably should've been brought into the living room to begin with but Robbie was in Mario Kart mode so he kind of forgot to do that. Whatever they're close by now and that's all that matters. What do they win? Robbie pondered for a moment. <b>"Hmmm...."</b> He watched as she poured two more lime shots and happily took his. <b>"The loser makes breakfast?"</b> He shrugged then grinned saying <i>cheers</i> before knocking back his shot. He then reached into the bag of marshmallows taking a handful out. <b>"We should..."</b> He swallowed the marshmallow he stuffed into his mouth. <b>"We should do a line of all flavours! Race!"</b>
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Darcey Hammond - November 2, 2011 11:34 PM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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So? You like my hugs, therefore you cannot get mad at me. Sticking out her lower lip, she pouted giving him that famous puppy dog look. Are you saying you get around more? Raising a brow, she gave him a rather serious look, all while biting back a smile. She was trying to be serious, as if she was actually interested in his answer, and didn't mean it as a joke. Breakfast? Pancakes? And Bacon? We cannot forget bacon. She said with a nod of her head. Wait? Does this mean were having a sleepover, because I want a pillow fort if we are. She already knew the answer to her own question. The moment she got there she had no intention of going home, drunk or not. Even if all she had to do was walk down the stairs. Sleepovers were way more fun then going home. I think you're just trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me. I don't know if I'm okay with that or not. Joking, she smiled sheepishly at him, as she uncrossed her legs as she shifted on the couch so she was closer to the coffee table. Grabbing the grape flavored bottle she poured them each a shot, before proceeding down the line, each glass getting a different flavor. You are so going down.

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Robbie Jonson - November 3, 2011 11:10 AM (GMT)
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He went to say something but let's face it what she said was true, so he just gave a shrug of his shoulders in agreement. Yeah, he knew as soon as he finished off that comment on experience that it would come off like that. She was keeping up the serious look but he couldn't help but smile as he shook his head. <b>"Who knows."</b> Another shrug of his shoulders was given as he just looked over at the TV. Reaching over he turned off the game because it just wasn't going to get played safely. They'd probably turn it back on later and risk their lives knowing them. <b>"Nope the bacon will not be forgotten."</b> He shook his head then grinned. <B>"Do we ever not have a pillow fort?"</b> A fort always ended up getting built when they hung out and had sleepovers. Robbie wouldn't have let her go home drunk anyways, even if he was himself he wouldn't let her leave. No falling down the stairs tonight. Or you know, getting a sudden case of claustrophobia in the elevator. When she joked about him wanting to get her drunk to take advantage of her he just shook his head with a smile. <b>"As if."</b> He watched on as she poured out all the shots, still smiling. <b>"I think not little lady."</b> This was going to be interesting to say the least. He got himself ready, <b>"on three. Uno, dos... tres!"</b> And with that he picked up the first glass and knocked it back, followed by the rest of the line.
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Darcey Hammond - November 4, 2011 01:06 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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In all seriousness, she was completely joking. Neither of them would ever do that to the other. Talk about a way to ruin a friendship. Besides it wasn't like either of them planned on getting that drunk. That wouldn't be cool. I never was. Whatever. Shaking her head, she let out a giggle as she finished pouring the last shot, setting the bottle back down on the coffee table. Leaning forward, she shot him a death stare; or at least what she thought was one, but instead it just looked like she was making a face at him. At the sound of three, she picked up the first glass, knocking it back, followed by another, and then another. It wasn't until she got to the fourth fifth flavor did she fumble. As she went to down the shot, she choked on the bitterness, causing her to drop the shot glass, sending it's contents spilling all over herself. Awww man! Blinking down at the empty glass on her lap, she stuck out her lower lip as she wiped her hands over her legs, trying to get the vodka off. I'm cursed. I tell you. She kept her gaze locked on the glass in her lap, because she had a feeling Robbie was probably trying his best not to laugh at her. Heck she was herself. You had to admit, it was pretty funny.

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Robbie Jonson - November 7, 2011 10:21 PM (GMT)
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Ruining their friendship was just never happening. Not now, not never. Planning on getting drunk wasn’t entirely the plan but with Skittles Vodka involved it was always going to be a possibility. I mean it was flavoured vodka and they were now challenging each other to see who could drink the most the fastest. Only time would tell how this will turn out. Robbie knew for sure that he’d end up on the floor, but that was mainly because he always did whether he was sober or intoxicated, though she had the higher chance of that happen given that she had him beat on the whole clumsy side of things. Still, he knew he was going to end up either on the floor or walking into something. One shot, two shot, three, four, five... And that’s when he caught Darcey dropping her shot glass and he didn’t even hesitate he was laughing, but that did cause him to choke then cough a bit so it kind of served him right. <b>”You’re not cursed. You’re just clumsy.”</b> He laughed again but felt his head spin a bit so he shook it and that didn’t help, but he let it go and picked up his last shot and knocked it back. <b>”I win.”</b> He stood up and that was just a bad idea. Stumbling back he sat back down. <b>”Okay, not victory dance just yet.”</b> He smiled over at her. <b>”Looks like you gotta get up off the couch.”</b> He teased as he looked down at the shot glass. <b>”You may still more of my clothes.”</b> Not that she need permission to do so.
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Darcey Hammond - November 8, 2011 09:52 PM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Nope. I'm cursed and clumsy. I should be locked up. Glancing over at him, she frowned. Stop! Stop laughing at me! Sighing dramatically, she set the empty shot glass on the table with the rest before sighing. You cheated. You must have. Frowning she started down at her shirt, tugging at it. Clearly she didn't to change and she would, as soon as she willed herself to get up off the couch. Nope. You go get me a shirt. Or, carry me. I'm not moving. Rolling her eyes at him, she grinned. Steal? Since when do I steal you're clothes...? Okay, so she had a few of his shirts, a sweater, a pair of sweat pants, yeah.. she totally didn’t' steal his clothes. You leave them at my house. Or well in this case, it's not my fault I have to change. I could just sit here half naked if you'd like. Shrugging, she uncrossed her legs as she moved to get up. Which wasn't the best idea, because the moment she did the room started spinning, which promptly caused her to sit back down, only this time she missed the couch and landed on the floor. My head.. it hurts. Yeah, there was no way she was going to make it to his room, unless she crawled there.
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Robbie Jonson - November 8, 2011 10:27 PM (GMT)
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He gave a fake pout, <b>"but if you get locked up I we won't be able to hang out and that just isn't allowed to happen."</b> That was just a fact. The more she told him to stop laughing at her the more he laughed- well, until he choked a bit. Upon being accused of cheating he simply shook his head. <b>"I did not cheat! You just lost fair and square."</b> He nodded his head. Robbie gave another shake of his head and a playful roll of his eyes as she told him that he was going to get up and grab her a shirt or carry her to his room. <b>"Never gonna happen."</b> He stated all matter-of-fact like. As if calling him a cheater and trying to order him about wasn't bad enough, now she was denying stealing his clothing. The cheek of it. Nah, he still didn't mind. <b>"All the frickin' time!"</b> It was still fun to tease about it though. <b>"Yeah, yeah... if you wanna be stubborn and sit there half naked that's on you."</b> He started to stare off at nothing in particular until he caught a glimpse of her getting up and then falling back down. <b>"You poor thing."</b> Managing to stand up without doing the same he held out his hands. <b>"Come on then... I'll help you."</b>
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Darcey Hammond - November 9, 2011 03:26 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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This is true. Unless you get the padded room next to me. But I'd rather not be locked up. It really doesn't sound any fun. Shaking her head, she frowned. She may be clumsy, but she wasn't crazy. Therefore there was no need for her to be locked up, none what so ever. Telling him to spot laughing was the worst possible thing ever. It only made him laugh more and harder, much they it did to her. But, right now she was doing her best to keep the pout on her face. He was laughing at her and that just wasn't nice. Fine. Whatever. You win, this time. Shrugging, she smiled over at him. She had been the one to slop her drink all over herself, not him, therefore she knew in the end she had lost fair and square. Meanie. Sticking out her tongue she shook her head as her arms folded over her chest. Well, it's not like you ask for them back. Now do you? Really, if he wanted his clothes back he didn't even have to ask, he knew where they were. They were his clothes so she wouldn't stop him from taking them, well expect maybe that one big fluffy sweater she's had for like years. That he couldn't have back, no matter how much he begged. Pssh. We were supposed to be playing strip Mario Kart, so it's only fitting. But I don't really feel like stripping as of right now. Sighing dramatically, she waved a hand at him. Shush you. Staring up at him from her spot on the floor she blinked, before taking his hand and pulling her wobbly self to her feet. Are... you sure, we should be standing. You might get hurt. She didn't bother mention herself getting hurt, because that was bound to happen. Linking her fingers with his, she slowly made her way around the coffee table. Come, come. Let's find clumsy a shirt.

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Robbie Jonson - November 9, 2011 10:51 PM (GMT)
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<b>"That still wouldn't be fun. I'd have to be in the padded room with you but they wouldn't allow that."</b> He shook his head, <b>"good thing you're not a crazy."</b> Not that it would change much, he'd still be her best friend if she was locked away in a padded room. Whenever you tell most people to stop laughing they naturally laugh more and more, and that's exactly what would always happen if she or anyone told him to stop. Especially if whatever got him laughing in the first place was really funny, and if he's had alcohol that doesn't help. And he knew it would be the same with her so he didn't feel bad about it at all. You bet your ass if it was him that dropped the shot down himself that she would laughed and he knew it. <b>"Did Darcey Hammond just admit defeat?"</b> He teased then gave a shrug of his shoulders. <b>"I wouldn't really ask I'd just go down to yours and help myself."</b> He knew he could so why wouldn't he? When she mentioned that they were indeed supposed to be playing strip Mario Kart he gave a nod of his head. <b>"Oh yeah."</b> He totally forgot but that was probably because it wasn't exactly a regular game they played. He smiled then pulled her up, <b>"we got this!"</b> Robbie followed behind her slightly just in case she decided to fall back again.
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Darcey Hammond - November 10, 2011 03:53 AM (GMT)
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Well, then there will be no being locked up, got it? From either of us. Nodding her head, she smiled sheepishly. ....No. I am, but just a little, and only when you're around. Grinning she gave a shrug of her shoulders. She wasn't that crazy, well at least not crazy enough to be locked away. Not that padded rooms weren't cool, they were sort of like those bouncy castles. Awesome, as long as you could get out whenever you wanted, right? She knew it was no use to tell him not to laugh at her, he was going to no matter what she did or said. Besides it had been funny. She had been so sure she'd kick his ass in a simple drinking game, yet one little shot down the wrong tube sent her into a coughing fit and now she was wearing the vodka. No. No. She did no such thing. Frowning, she shook her head. She wasn't going to admit that she'd even said it. But they both knew she lost fair and square. This is true. Just don't steal my jeans. No matter what anyone tells you, they do nothing for your ass. No offense. She teased. Where had they even got the idea of playing strip Mario Kart? Honestly what was wrong with the two of them. Are you sure? Smiling, she kept her hand in his as she slowly made her way to his room. Surprisingly they both made it in one piece, without falling. Well until she went to sit on his bed that was. She'd misjudged the distance and landed with a soft 'thud' on the floor. Don't...even... dare. She muttered before happily flopping onto her back. Yup, she was good right there on the floor. No need to move.

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Robbie Jonson - November 10, 2011 11:49 AM (GMT)
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<b>"I support this."</b> He chuckled before nodding his head, <b>"that I'm sure of."</b> He teased with a smile. Neither of them were crazy in the sense that they need to be locked up. Maybe to some onlookers who just didn't get what they were talking about or up too but that was a given when you didn't know them as well as say their friends. But he wouldn't mind going into one of those padding rooms to bounce about in but yeah, only if he was allowed to leave at his own free will. He always wondered what it was like to be inside one of those rooms. It was hilarious and if it was him that dropped the drink she would've laughed, and hell so would've he. Hey, sometimes you just got to laugh at yourself because if you couldn't do that then it was going to hurt or bother you when others did so. He smiled, <b>"uh-huh of course not."</b> He glanced back and gave a shrug of his shoulders. <b>"I think my ass looks better in my own jeans anyways."</b> He let out a laugh then shook his head. He would never be able to even fit in her jeans, though if dared he would try because that's just him. He might just get a leg in. <b>"No but we can try, right?"</b> He wasn't sure if they would make it to his room without stumbling or something but he figured that there was no point in not trying. And hey, check them out they made it without a bump, bruise or scratch. Of course just as he was about to state that she landed on the floor after missing the bed. He tried to hold it in but he could, laughter left him as he collapsed down onto the bed.
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Darcey Hammond - November 11, 2011 02:40 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Darcey didn't mind if people thought she needed to be locked up. Really who cared. She knew she was only crazy in the best way possible, and not in the 'i'm so insane I may harm myself or others' way. That wasn’t cool, then again most of those people couldn't really help it. If you couldn't laugh at yourself what was the point of doing anything remotely stupid, or other wise. Life was to short to not laugh a t yourself on a many occasions as possible. At least that was how Darcey saw things. You just had to go with the flow and live your life to the fullest, and of course laugh, a lot. Nodding her head in agreement, she smiled over at him. Touche. It was always funny when he tried on her clothes, not that it happened that often, but when it did it always earned a good chuckle out of the pair. We ca ! And they did. It had been a miracle they had made it in one piece, neither of them ran into anything, or something. Until that was Darcey had to go and try to sit on his bed. Which of course landed her on the floor. A very comfy floor that she didn't plan on moving from, unless it was to make a pillow fort. Shooting him something that could have resembled a death glare, had she not the biggest smile ever plastered on her face as she desperately tried not to laugh, failing miserably. It's not funny!

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Robbie Jonson - November 11, 2011 08:34 AM (GMT)
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Robbie wasn’t the kind of person to take complete strangers opinions of him seriously anyways. He knew exactly how crazy he could seem sometimes with his randomness and ability to make a fool out of himself without a care, he thanks his parents for that. And let’s face it when he was around Darcey everything else usually got blocked out and they were in a world of their own. Neither of them were the really real crazies so it didn’t matter. I mean they maybe occasionally hurt themselves but that was because of their mutual clumsy nature, again, she had it worse. And exactly, life wasn’t long enough for you to be serious all the time. You had to laugh at yourself and in general, it helped. At least that’s how he felt about it. Trying to walk while clumsy was one thing but to try and do so while alcohol was slowly working its way around your system too, well, they did pretty damn good to get to his room. Of course it wouldn’t be them if one didn’t fall or something and Darcey didn’t disappoint. The death smile! Not nearly as threatening. Not one bit. <b>”That theory is incorrect because I am laughing.”</b> He just laughed some more before he decided to roll off the bed, and that just made him laugh more. It seemed their minds were on the same page because as he glanced around he grinned at the idea of a fort. <b>”We should make a fort!”</b>
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Darcey Hammond - November 12, 2011 02:29 AM (GMT)
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And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Clumsy was the blondes middle name. No doubt about that. There wasn't a time ever that she didn't end up tripping over her own feet or anything really. It was amazing how she managed to get around town without killing herself. But add alcohol into her system and everything got ten times worse. Though, somehow she'd made it safely without hurting herself or him down the hall. Had she not misjudged the distance to the bed she would have done a happy dance, but instead she ended up on the floor and not the comfy bed. That's because you're a mean. She said with a roll of her eyes. As he rolled off the bed, she followed suit rolling onto her side. Duh. What else would we do? Grinning, she rolled over onto her stomach before pushing herself up so she was sitting on her knees. We need a structure. She said as she crawled closer to the bed before tugging on the top blanket dragging half of it onto the floor, while the other half remained on the bed. And pillows, lots of pillows and stuff to cuddle. Lifting the blanket above her head she glanced around looking for something to at least hold it up so their fort had a door, but instead she let the fabric fall to the floor as she crawled onto the bed to retrieve the pillows. Incoming! It was then she began tossing the pillows over her shoulder without even looking. As long as they ended up on the floor, it was all good, right?

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Robbie Jonson - November 12, 2011 11:22 AM (GMT)
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There were the rare occasions when they got from A to B and this just happened to be one of those occasions. And with alcohol in their system it was a pretty big achievement really. I mean sure neither of them trip and fell all twenty-four seven but clumsy was one of Darcey's middle name for a reason. But all was good because they made it to his room without anything bad happening, well, if you don't count Darcey missing the bed. <b>"I am not mean."</b> He shook his head 'no' before flashing another big smile. Robbie knew that she would agree to a fort being made. Now they just had to get supplies and stuff to get going. Glancing around he rolled onto his stomach before pushing himself up to his feet again. His head spun a bit but he got over it and stumbled slightly over to the closet where he pulled one of the doors open and grabbed more pillows out. Heading back over he was struck by one of the pillow she threw over her shoulder. Pulling a face he just threw the ones he had in his arms towards her. <b>"Incoming!"</b> He mimicked before bringing over the chair that was in the corner of the room over so it could be a part of the structure. He adjusted the covers over the chair then kicked the pillows underneath. <b>"Somethings missing..."</b> He stated then disappeared out the room and returned moments later with the Skittles Vodka.
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Darcey Hammond - November 13, 2011 04:30 AM (GMT)
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Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Yes you are! You're laughing at my clumsiness. Pouting she folded her arms over her chest. The moment she climbed up onto the bed she just wanted to curl up under the covers, but that meant no pillow fort, and that was unacceptable. So instead she began tossing the contents of his bed onto the floor, blankets, pillows they were all being tossed into the air over her shoulder. Some landing where she wanted them too, near the fort, the others half way across the room, one even landed in the doorway. As the last pillow left her grasp she turned around, just in time to see it collided with Robbie. Which caused her not only gasp, clasping her hands to her mouth, but then burst into a fit of laughter. She didn't even have a chance to react before she was bombarded with pillows, lots of them. Frowning as she tossed one pillow dramatically on the floor before taking the rest with her as she crawled off the bed. Quirking a brow at the mention of what was missing, she blinked twice as he suddenly disappeared. With a shrug of her shoulders she happily climbed underneath the blanket, into the fort. Oooh! More vodka, now we have everything we need. Smiling, she patted the ground beside her as she began to arrange the pillows so they'd be totally comfortable. Now, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie. Waving her hands at him, she grinned from ear to ear as she waited eagerly for the bottle.


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Robbie Jonson - November 14, 2011 12:05 AM (GMT)
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<b>”You brought it on yourself!”</b> He said that a little too loud but just laughed again and shook his head. Yeah, no curling up in his bed without making a fort first, those were the rules. Or at least they were right now- actually no, that was always the rule when there was a mention of a fort. This was just one of those fun past times that he never grew out of. When he was a kid he used to make them to escape everyone and now he just made them with Darcey because they were big kids and forts were fucking awesome! You don’t agree- you suck! His eyes narrowed slightly when she started to laugh after the pillow hit him. Cue the pillow attack. Fun times. He was all smiles again before something important was almost forgotten. While he grabbed the bottle of skittle vodka he may or may not have taken a swig or two before returning. It was irresistible! And it’s not like he drank it all, there was plenty left for them both. This was just one bottle. Anyways, once Robbie got back into the room he climbed underneath and got himself comfy before taking another swig of the bottle before handing it over to her. <b>”I love forts.... I love skittles vodka...”</b> He was starting to feel that buzz, he wasn’t gone yet though. <b>”I love hanging out with my awesome best friend... I love forts- wait...“</b> He grinned.
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