T.T.Y.L.

Dwunk

Drunk scenarios. All in random order (UwU)

Vio

Frost : Oh my god.

Vio : HAHAHAH! GOOD JOKE EMI!
*Slams hand on the table, laughing*

Connorr : This. Is. Priceless.

Emil : I didn't... I didn't mean that joke.

Ann : Ok. How many cocktails did you down?

Connorr : She had two

Ann : TWO?!

Vio : Hehehee...I am gonna be sO DEAD IN THE MORNING!

-that morning-

Vio : I have made stupid life choices. And this fucking hangover will be the end of me.

Ann : YOU HAVE LOW ALCHOHOL TOLERANCE OFCOURSE IT'LL BE THE END OF YOU!

Frost

Frost : *Talking up a storm with some hot guys*

Ann : The more she drinks the more people she fucks with.

Loui : I doubt she will have any regrets.

Frost : Call me boys~ *walks off to the table & immediately drops dead/ passed out*

Loui : Well. She made it to five shots.

-That morning-

Frost : *on the sofa, hangiver sick* Welp. I have seven boys and all their contact numbers. Swell.

Ann : *Sips black tea* Lou you're paying me $50!

Loui : FUCK!

Ann

Ann : Do you..ever wonder...what the meaning of life is...?

Vio : Yes.

Frost : And no. Girl, you have been drankin'

Ann : How many?

Vio : Uh...3 shots

Ann : Dangit.

-That morning-

Ann : Three shots? THREE shots???

Frost : Three shots. Not even a bottle.

Ann : ...Welp. Atleast I tried.

Part two!

Ttyl