Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

(oh my god Camie please get some sleep ^{I am such a hypocrite )}

Okedoke!))

"I'm enthusiastic, whay can I say~?"

(oh my god Camie please get some sleep ^{I am such a hypocrite )}

(Nooooo! Sleep is for the weak!)

"I'm enthusiastic, whay can I say~?"

“Now your hair smells like whiskey,” she said with a giggle.

XD boi i go to bed at like 8:30 any later and i immediately die of exhaustion)

XD boi i go to bed at like 8:30 any later and i immediately die of exhaustion)

(IM SUPER HUMAN)

"Whiskey smell isn't too bad, right?" He drew a hand through his rain and alcohol soaked hair.

“Could be worse,” Jane agreed.

He leaned back in his chair, began to whistle softly.

XD boi i go to bed at like 8:30 any later and i immediately die of exhaustion)

(IM SUPER HUMAN)

h o w
@Lil I'm speechless. How does one actually fall asleep that early? I'm running on three hours

Lol! Beats me. )

Jane hummed quietly in time with his whistling.

XD boi i go to bed at like 8:30 any later and i immediately die of exhaustion)

(IM SUPER HUMAN)

h o w
@Lil I'm speechless. How does one actually fall asleep that early? I'm running on three hours

(IM RUNNING ON NO HOURS HAHAHA)

Drunken John smiled gently, opening his eyes to whistle louder.

Jane smiled wickedly and hummed louder as well.

He opened his mouth to practically yell the tune, competitively humming with Jane.

She dissolved into giggles again.

As did the soldier. "You!" He slurred. "You are so cute!"

Jane was sober enough to blush, but her giggles were still non-stop, making it hard to understand her next word: “Really?”

"Like a button," the Brit cooed.

(Drunk flirting… yup)

“Your hair smells nice,” she said, her face bright red.

"My hair smells like whiskey," he replied in a giggle. "You're complimenting the whiskey!" He teased.

“Whiskey… you smell nice,” she squeaked.

He pushed the glass away in feigned offense.

She giggled so much that she hiccuped loudly. “Owwww,” she moaned.

"Hey," the drunken man's demeanor softened. "Hey," he tapped her arm, "Don't die!"

Jane moaned again, this time followed by a hiccup.

"Oh God," he pulled her towards him, extra dramatic in his drunkenness. "BreATHE,"

Jane rested her head on his chest and inhaled deeply.

"Good," he sighed with relief, resting his head back drunkenly. He laughed some, the noise vibrated his ribs.