biker gang rp (closed)

“I wouldn’t even offer them drugs,” Rigel promised with a silly bow of his head, “You have my word.”

(Gtg soon)

"And I promise not to do anything too drastic either." August said. "Do you think getting a church to sing of your praises would fall into that category?" He joked.

"Fine, fine." August said. "But anyway, the kid who owes me. His name's Peter Shaw; he's a senior. He basically has dirt on anyone and everyone at your school. If you want him to find out if they like you, or just anything about your classmates in general, just tell him that the Evans twins are cashing in on his favor and he'll find out for you."

"Well it's not everyone, but it is a lot of people. If you don't give him any reason to have blackmail on you, than he'll normally leave you alone. A lot of people do owe him favors though, because he's the type of guy who can get you what you want. It's a wonder he ended up being the one in debt to me and El."

(Had to pet sit for the neighbors. They’re cat is like a shark, he will run after you for the purpose of biting you. And I love cats, so that’s saying something)

“You’ll be cute. What would the ship name be?” Rigel mused playfully.

(oof hello, I ended up caught up in monster hunter and totally forgot about notebook loll)

Meun walked in with his refilled cup, his eyes a bit droopy as he plopped down on the floor next to August. "So what'd I miss?" he asked, his voice noticeably slurred now

"Riv likes these two girls. It's so cute." August told him. His cheeks reddened a bit at how close they were sitting.

“M’not drunk,” Meun protested, though it was pretty obvious he was. He had always been a lightweight. “If anyone’s drunk here, it’s August over here,” he giggled before resting his head on August’s shoulder

Rigel chuckled, sharing a look with Riverpaw, “When did those two happen?”

August stiffened before forcing himself to relax. "I'm drinking water, Meun." He said, smiling softly down at him. "I'm not drunk." He sent a glare over to Rigel, mouthing the words "shut up."

"I'm always cute. Have you seen my face?" Meun giggled, looking adorable as he pointed to his cheeks. He almost dropped his drink in the process, but the resulting adorableness was worth it

August covered his red face with one of his hands. "I should probably take this," he said, reaching for Meun's drink as he tried to compose himself.

"No…" Meun whined, holding the cup away from him as best he could since the sleeves of August's jacket were well over his hands. He held it away before taking a quick gulp

August grabbed the cup, putting it on the table. "I think you've had enough alcohol for right now, Meun." He said softly. "Do you want some water?"

“Give it back!” Meun complained, making inefficient grabby hands as he reached for the cup

"Meun," August said, pulling Meun's hands down. "You're drunk, okay? Do you want some water?"

Meun pouted up at him, gold eyes wide as he gave August his best "about to cry but not really" face

August let out a weak noise. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, not exactly able to look away. He still hadn't let go of Meun's hand. "You're had a lot to drink, okay? Maybe you can have more later."

"Fine. I'll go get my own water," Meun huffed, taking his cup from him before stumbling over to the sink. He went to dump the punch out but ended up stumbling and stubbing his toe. Instead of saying "ow" like a normal person, he ended up crippling and falling to the floor before curling up in a ball

Meun!" August said, darting forward. "Meun, hey, are you okay?"

"I stubbed my toe," Meun sniveled, his voice slurring a bit as he curled up tighter. "It hurts," he whined, sounding vaguely childish

August let out a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Meun." He said, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "It's okay."

"It's not okay. The cupboard was mean to me," Meun whined, burying his face in the sleeves of August's jacket