I Am Very Bored and Mentally Broken. Let’s RP! (Open O/O)

Of what?

What kinda drama?

Any kind…

What do you want, romantic? Platonic? On/Off?

Romantic sound fun ^.^

Cool. Samaeal is manipulative but he's also a bad liar and will ask anyone he likes on a date so… No need to worry…

Oooo I’ll use my little cinna bon then.

Readddddyyyy to start?

Yeah… Sorry I was nust doing dishes…

Das ooookiii!

Okay so where do you wanna start off? At a bar or restaurant?

Like an inn?

.p.

Do those still exist?

Yeah… S
You wanna start? Or me?

In modern times?

I can start. I was thinking maybe my character could be Samaeal’s waiter.

Or like, the roommaid or something

In modern times?

I can start. I was thinking maybe my character could be Samaeal’s waiter.

I was thinking in modern times too. But I thought they were working together. Oh well, whatever you want to do is fine.

falls

I kinda want it to be like, my character’s his waiter and he keeps coming back?

Oh… Cool!

My phone's about to die, but I'll be home soon so.

Oof okay!

I'm back… I was getting picked up by someone but they wanted me to help them with chores and shit… So sooorry…

That’s okay. Sorry I took so long. Just went through a wonderful experience for my mental health. Not.

Are you OK?

Not really. But that’s not important.

who was i gonna use?

Oh right.

Ready to start?

Yeah…
(Your mental health is very important…)

(Meh.)

Apollo checked himself in a little mirror above the sink he was washing his hands in. Same floppy whiteish hair and gray eyes. He smiled in a self-satisfied sort of way and scooted out of the kitchen. He looked around, ready to take some orders.

Samaeal was escorted to his seat by a petite waitress with a sleeve tattoo, to a booth in the back.
"You sit here, we'll have a server for you, now." She said, smiling.
He nodded, silently.

Apollo trotted up immediately, smiling. “Hi there! Welcome to our lovely diner. May I start you off with a drink?”

"Yes, do you serve margaritas?" Samaeal asked, his East London accent bouncing off his tongue. He gazed at the server, interested.
"If you could, that would be great…" He asked.

Apollo frowned a bit. “It’s a little early to be asking about a margarita. But I could prolly get you one.” He shrugged.

"Thanks a lot, pal." Samaeal said, smiling his cheeky smile. "Don't you worry, I won't get too bad." He assured truthfully. He never got any more than a good buzz going.

Apollo nodded and trotted off to the bar. He stepped behind it and made a margarita, since the bartender wasn’t due until much later. He walked back over and handed it to his customer.
“There you go!”

"Thanks…" Samaeal responded, taking it and sipping the bland, slightly fruity mixture. He savored the taste, gazing at the waiter as he set it down.
"Come on mate, sit down, how was your day?" He inquired amicably.
Jesus you're a fucking knob. He scolded himself inwardly. Hitting on the waiter.