TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[slushfund]

What the hell happened last night? I don't know and I don't think you do either.
1. Make a thread with your characters name, canon, etc. Leave it blank or comment with a TFLN.
2. Stuff happens. AKA people respond to you.
3. You can make them up or string together some actual TFLNs.
4. Always drink responsibly. In the future, of course.

Comments

[dieharder]

Dangerous things. Really, really unnecessarily dangerous things.

[livefaster]

[...


... you know the depths of my soul, Chuck.

[I totally just typo'ed Seoul and then went "...THEY'RE IN KOREA NOW"]

... but he shakes his head with a smile.] Naaaah. Only thinking that the lions sleep a lot.

[dieharder]

Yeah, they do. And right now, so should you.

[livefaster]

Here?

[dieharder]

Well, it's not like we can go anywhere else right now.

[Unless they broke into one of the shacks in the zoo. But Mike already did enough damage for one night.]

[livefaster]

[He jabs his thumb over their shoulders to point at Mutt?]

[dieharder]

Are you kidding? I'm not gonna let you drive right now.

[livefaster]

What? Nah, Chuckles. Just thinking we could sleep inside?

[dieharder]

... oh.

[That actually sounds like a good idea. He glances at the car.]

What about the antelopes?

[livefaster]

Totally harmless, nothing like the ones Kaia had.

[He stands up, blinks at the sudden wooziness, but stays steady, and then turns to Chuck, holding out a hand.] C'mon.

[dieharder]

[Chuck moves to steady Mike when he wobbles slightly, but ends up not needing to. He takes the hand but barely needs it to get up anyway.

He's still not too sure about the antelopes. But sleeping inside Mutt does sound a lot more comfortable than the bench.] Okay...

[livefaster]

[Walking over back to where Mutt is, he leads Chuck along the space to find a


really


really tall fence.

Which he steadily climbs, but not before he looks back halfway.] C'mon, Chuckles!

[dieharder]

[Oh my god Mike how can you even climb in your state. Chuck doesn't think he can pull it off even completely sober.

Whines loudly, but climbs anyway. He needs to make sure Mike doesn't fall either, so.] I have a bad feeling about this...

[I can't believe

I just made that reference.]

[livefaster]

[Nnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd :º]

[But he does so very easily. He actually meant to park Mutt where she is now, you know? The drunken part of him is just... a little less about to discern parking spots.

On the top of the fence, he stills waits for Chuck, making sure Chuck doesn't fall.]

[dieharder]

[He's lanky and kind of all over the place, but he makes it. He only has to make sure not to look down...

Oh no, he looked down. But at least he had already reached the top of the fence.] Oh god, this is really tall...!!

[livefaster]

[Mike grins and


jumps.


Whomp! Into a pile of hay.]

It's easy, dude!

[dieharder]

Mike!! [Okay. Officially crying now.]

It's not easy! You just make it look easy!

[livefaster]

[Mike smiles up at him.]

No, I don't. I'm drunk, remember?

Trust me, just let go!

[dieharder]

I'm going to regret this...

[Swallows dry, closes his eyes and just... lets go. Hoping he'll land on the hay too. Oh, and yelping all the way down, of course.]

[livefaster]

[Whomp! The hay breaks and softens his fall.

The antelopes come over to sniff them all :º you're not food.

Mike pets the one that's trying to eat hay out of his hair, though.] See? No harm done.

[dieharder]

[Chuck, on the other hand, cringes and tries to move as far away as possible from one particular antelope sniffing on his face. He gets up with some difficulty, which prompts some of them to move away.]

R-right. Let's just get in the car, okay?

[livefaster]

Right--ow, hey, there's a head underneath all the hair, you know?

[Standing up, as well, he shakes and dusts the hay off his hair and clothes, and pats the antelope again.

It nuzzles him.] H-hey, you're that guy--Yes, yes, sorry I interrupted your nap again. Go back to sleep, alright?

[Pat pats it and jerks his head to the car.] Less'go.

[dieharder]

[Just. What are you doing, Mike.

He sighs and brushes the hay off his own hair - a lot messier than Mike, predictably - and walks towards the car before any of the antelopes feel like munching on his head or clothes.]

[livefaster]

[Hey, they're nice, okay. They also give me smooshes and nuzzles.

Mike reaches to Chuck's head and plucks a couple of straws off his hair, shrugging.

Then in the car they go. Hi girl, sleep well girl, whoossa good girl.]

[dieharder]

[Apparently all the animals here give you smooches and nuzzles. Mike's just that kissable.

-- I mean.

You're not sitting on the driver seat, are you. Because Chuck will worry that you'll turn the key at any second.]