Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"Tell me Jane, have you drunken before? Your tolerance is already baffling– most women would vomit before the whiskey hits their tongue!" He bellowed with laughter.

The raucous laughter, the shouting, the constant clinking of glasses, the sloshing of liquid— it was all too much. Pierre took another deep swig of his drink, relishing the burning trail it left behind in his throat.

An escape. That was what he needed. A temporary escape from this god forsaken war, this god forsaken world. Anything to escape.

(Is this officially a ship now?)

“I’m not like most women,” she retorted, a grin spreading wider on her face.

O ya )
Andrane!!! )

"Clearly," he chortled, sipping down his second glass.

Jane admitted to herself that she was beginning to like this man. Give it time, she thought.

(How much did I miss?)

(Andrane is now a thing)

"Bet. I will give you seven shillings if you can down a whole glass faster than me," he wagered.

“You’re on,” she accepted.

He had the tavernman deliver the both of them fresh glasses. He set the coins on the table, picked up his glass. "On the count of three,"

(Yas Andrane)

((An OTP))

(Lol yess, I'll just be screeching when there's a cute moment or anything like that)

😂😂 )

_{(Ships are the only reason I'm alive)}

Omg)

He had the tavernman deliver the both of them fresh glasses. He set the coins on the table, picked up his glass. "On the count of three,"

“One…” A smirk grew on her lips.

"Two," her smirk spread to his own face, touching the rim of the glass to his lips.

“Three!” she yelled and drained the glass.

He tilted it up so fast most of his beverage cascaded down his face.

(Oml this is great)

(lol it is)

Jane swallowed, looked over, and burst into laughter.

John sputtered a little. "Well, I suppose you won, since most of my beverage is now in my hair," he laughed, wiped his face dry.

Jane couldn’t stop laughing. Even when her loud laughs died down, she remained at an audible giggle. “You git!” she managed.

"No, you git!" He laughed like a little boy. His silliness was mostly thanks to the whiskey.

(I'm barely going to be on these next few hours, so just assume Pierre is angrily sipping beer in the corner lol)

Ok xD!
angry relaxation )

"No, you git!" He laughed like a little boy. His silliness was mostly thanks to the whiskey.

“You’re the one who spilled whiskey all over your face!” she retorted.

(I’m playing in a tournament today (mind you, I pulled an all-nighter last night solidly rping and watching Miraculous Ladybug, so I was doin very productive things) and our first game was a tie, 0-0. If I’m ever off for a half hour at a time, that’s why.)