*Lights cigarette* "Hey kid, want some Adorable Supernatural Ships? (Closed)

"Well, rude is a staple of both Italian and American culture." Tobias said, still teasing.

"not realy it is more america"

"Whatever works best." He said to the guy
Tobias got up and approached the nearest bartender.
"Shots around the house, on me!" Tobias said.

(It's cool.)

"Ah, I see." Gabby poured the alcohol into the shot glasses and passed them to Tobias.

"you paperclips confuse me"

"when don't we?" he took a swig from his bottle and downed the shot.

"Everyone take a shot if you want it, it's Grey Goose vodka." He said.

(I gtg guys! Gn!)

(night crispy)

(Byeee)

i need sleep, tata//

Alright.

(night!)

(So who all is on here that's gonna stay awake?)

(yo)

i know i said i was going to sleep but can some of you check out my new rp ?

The Dark and The Light Wishes

//

(oof I'm here, sorry. got distracted fixing my guitar and things)

(It's cool.)

its just a quick idea that popped into my head//

Bastian, deciding the stools weren't comfortable enough, eventually just decided to sit up and lay upside down off the bar counter. He grabbed a straw from behind the counter before spinning himself around and sticking it in the large bottle of vodka

"Anyone else want a shot?" Tobias asked, lighting another cigarette.

(I'm going to log off and scroll through my phone for the rest of the night so goodnight)

(Goodbye darkness my old friend.)

(g'night)

Bastian slurped from the bottle of vodka before reaching over and just snatching the cigarette pack a little clumsily from Tobias's fingers. He pulled two out before sticking one in the corner of his mouth and pocketing the other. "Ey, you mind lighting this up?" he said, pointing to the cigarette stuck between his lips

"Sure." Tobias said, not really minding.
He snapped, and a small flame appeared on the cigarette, lighting it before smoldering out.

"Thanks," Bastian said, his voice a bit muffled from the fact that he had both a cigarette and a straw in his mouth while lying upside down on the bar counter

"Where'd your girlfriend the flirty one go?" Tobias asked.

"Not girlfriend. Friend friend," Bastian corrected before taking a sip of vodka

"Yeah yeah." Tobias said, finishing his cigarette. He took his seat.
Are you thinking about starting another of those disgusting cigarettes?
Maybe.
Then I'm coming out.
Sure.
Immediately an unnaturally concentrated, thick steam shot from Tobias, solidifying into a tall, maybe 6'4", athletically built and stunningly handsome man, with neat, silver hair and purple eyes. He wore a pair of burgandy, baggy, highwater pants that resembled joggers, with zippers on the knees, and had polished russet shoes, belt and watch, but wasn't wearing much else except for an automotives shirt.