Helena backed her fourteenth shot of the night. She’d been driving through Vegas after running away from home and she figured why not stop and blow half of the cash she’d stolen from her folks? The booze was provided from a number of girls–one in particular had caught her attention. Had her drunk enough that the redhead was rambling and laughing for hours. And then, she was making a decision she’d never have made in a sober state. Especially to a complete stranger. “Oh my fuckin’ god–y’know, y’know what we should do? We should totally go an’ get married.” Her tone was filled with laughter and hardly serious, but she meant it.
“I’m bored.” Elijah said as he approached another in the hallway. Whoever allowed him to take a dip in the pool after a few drinks was probably making fun out of him. Regardless, the man wanted to do something else for fun. “Lets do something.” He grinned.
ok i got bored today and decided to do a résumé workshop with a fuckton of my guys and holy shit i am ridiculously overqualified i could be the ceo of something i am fluent in three fucking languages and know the basics of a handful others and i am fucking exceptional at supervising large groups of people and making huge, vital shipments and LETS NOT EVEN GET STARTED ON MY STATISTICAL AND FINANCIAL SKILLS
e74479q34vx341 i agree also i get bored of them really quickly and i feel like they try to hard to fit in at least that’s how some of the sags i know are i’m supposed to be compatible w them but i have dated a sag and i got bored lmfao we don’t deserve our sag moons