[ Damn his evil mastermind ways, she ends up having to make the effort of catching it. Then wrapping it around her neck like a scarf, her new spoil of some unnamed and undeclared war. It's time for another victory vodka chug of triumph.]
I brought booze, not art materials. What, do you want me to recite poetry or something?
[ But then, Dorian looks around. They're in a blanket fort. There are pillows in here also. And really, he doesn't know much about what April's drunken state is but he's shameless + tipsy enough to try and make a bad decision. ]
[ The drunk state is solidifying, enough so that it takes her a try or two to get the cap fully on. But clearly not enough that her instant reaction is a petulant no to requests made. ]
[ no, what he's going to do is start a pillow fight because Dorian Gray is sometimes incredibly immature. Once the cap's on, he tosses a pillow straight at April's face. ]
[ She sees the pillow coming, sees it, but there's too much booze, captain. They can't stop the impact. And the impact is enough to send her toppling backwards, now laying on the carpet, looking at the blankets above.
Oh. It was on.
The pillow is aimed directly towards his stomach and isn't thrown, but whipped forward. ]
[ Yeah, as soon as she gets a pillow to the face he can't help but laugh out loud like the asshole he is. As such, Dorian's too distracted by laughing at April (it hit her right in the face) that the stomach pillow knocks him backwards, as Dorian lands partly on the ground, partly against a chair that's holding up the blanket fort.
Pillow warfare has begun.
That pillow that she threw at him is thrown back at April, ostensibly towards the face again, actually a bit too high so the bottom half MIGHT hit her forehead. ]
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:29 am (UTC)In Dorian's defense, like half of that bottle of wine is GONE. ]
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:34 pm (UTC)Nice acceptance of fate. Pale. But nice.
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm not going to ruin my shirt when you inevitably claw my eyes out. I have priorities.
[ and is getting more than slightly drunk. ]
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Date: 2015-11-01 11:20 pm (UTC)Give.
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Date: 2015-11-01 11:27 pm (UTC)So, he throws it at her. ]
Catch!
[ A+ job. ]
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Date: 2015-11-01 11:30 pm (UTC)You'll get it back when you earn it.
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Date: 2015-11-01 11:39 pm (UTC)And just how exactly can I earn it?
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:22 am (UTC)[ Just don't let her have to actually think about anything for a while. ]
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:45 am (UTC)[ But then, Dorian looks around. They're in a blanket fort. There are pillows in here also. And really, he doesn't know much about what April's drunken state is but he's shameless + tipsy enough to try and make a bad decision. ]
Cap the vodka for a moment.
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:50 am (UTC)I'm keeping my shirt. S. Shirts.
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:51 am (UTC)[ no, what he's going to do is start a pillow fight because Dorian Gray is sometimes incredibly immature. Once the cap's on, he tosses a pillow straight at April's face. ]
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Date: 2015-11-02 01:54 am (UTC)[ She sees the pillow coming, sees it, but there's too much booze, captain. They can't stop the impact. And the impact is enough to send her toppling backwards, now laying on the carpet, looking at the blankets above.
Oh. It was on.
The pillow is aimed directly towards his stomach and isn't thrown, but whipped forward. ]
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Date: 2015-11-02 02:01 am (UTC)Pillow warfare has begun.
That pillow that she threw at him is thrown back at April, ostensibly towards the face again, actually a bit too high so the bottom half MIGHT hit her forehead. ]