Not-So-Normal Camp RP (CLOSED but you can stalk)

'Elisa and Damien can keep each other spaghetti,' said Samuel. He then realised his mistake. 'I mean, keep each other company, not spaghetti. I'm not as think as you drunk I am, guys.'
He grabbed Flint by the arm, 'Let's go make some fucking spaghetti!'

(Omg was that a Panic! At the Disco quote)

(I'M A SCHOLAR AND A GENTLEMAN AND I USUALLY DON'T FALL WHEN I TRY TO STAND I LOST A BET TO A GUY IN A CHIFFON SKIRT BUT I MAKE THESE HIGH HEELS WORK I TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN I'M NOT AS THINK AS YOU DRUNK I AM AND WE ALL FELL DOWN WHEN THE SUN CAME UP I THINK WE'VE HAD ENOUGH)

(ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT, ITS A HELL OF A FEELING THOUGH)

(IT'S A HELL OF A FEELING THOUGH)

(Haha I’m listening to the song now)

'Elisa and Damien can keep each other spaghetti,' said Samuel. He then realised his mistake. 'I mean, keep each other company, not spaghetti. I'm not as think as you drunk I am, guys.'
He grabbed Flint by the arm, 'Let's go make some fucking spaghetti!'

(Omg was that a Panic! At the Disco quote)

(I'M A SCHOLAR AND A GENTLEMAN AND I USUALLY DON'T FALL WHEN I TRY TO STAND I LOST A BET TO A GUY IN A CHIFFON SKIRT BUT I MAKE THESE HIGH HEELS WORK I TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN I'M NOT AS THINK AS YOU DRUNK I AM AND WE ALL FELL DOWN WHEN THE SUN CAME UP I THINK WE'VE HAD ENOUGH)

(ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT, ITS A HELL OF A FEELING THOUGH)

(IT'S A HELL OF A FEELING THOUGH)

(Haha I’m listening to the song now)

(champern cocern gasolern and most therngs inbetwern)

Grabbing a chocolate bar, Flint leaves the cabin, arms open and inhaling the cool air. He stumbles around a bit waiting for the others while eating the chocolate.

Samuel began to stumble over to the kitchens, looking behind to make sure Elisa and Flint were with him. 'Catch upppp!' he yelled.

Elisa walked next to Flint, opening up her chocolate bar

"Wait upppp," Flint replied, making a grabbing gesture in front of him.

Elisa chuckled at the gesture, staying silent
‘What am I getting myself into?’

Eventually, they made it to the kitchens. Samuel yanked the door open - or at least, he tried to, because it was locked.
'Shit,' he mumbled. Then, he saw that one of the windows was open. As thoughts raced through his mind, he pointed at the window to show Elisa and Flint.

“Yes. Windows exist!” Elisa joked

Flint grins and nods, running up to the window and starting to climb in.

'Come on, if you get in there you can open the door!' shouted Samuel. He shoved Flint a bit from below, trying to give him more power.

Elisa started to help push Flint, in an attempt to be helpful

"Nearly, almost," he landed with a thump followed by a groan, "I'm okay,"

'OOOOOOPEEEEEEN THE DOOOOR, THOT!' he yelled, laughing and swigging his Smirnoff.

Flint got up and opened the door, "welcome to hells kitchen,"

“Alright, what you guys planning?” Elisa walked in, noticing the pantry

Samuel flicked the light on and walked in. Immediately, he ran for the cupboard and grabbed a couple packets of pasta, pouring it into a pan.
'Boil the kettle, but instead of water, make it vodka,' ordered Samuel, slamming a vodka bottle on the table.

Flint does as he's told, giggling while doing it.

“Oh we’re…. literally just making spaghetti. I thought you guys were gonna eat everything or something” She said, opening the spaghetti packets

"I mean, maybe later, the night is still young."

Elisa rolls her eyes, getting Italian seasoning from the shelf

'It's vodka spaghetti, hun,' corrected Samuel, grabbing the boiling hot vodka and pouring it into the pan. He put the spaghetti on the cooker and began to heat it.
'Good idea, though, Thot Number Two,' he said. He pulled two packets of biscuits out of the cupboard, and poured them into a sharing bowl.

Elisa looks at the spaghetti “This will be the greatest creation ever”

Flint instantly took a few biuscits, eating them quickly and pouring him self a glass of water, "anyone else want a glass?"

“Sure, I’ll take some” She said, hesitantly

He hands her the already poured glass and gets another one out, filling this one too.

Samuel grabbed some biscuits and munched on them, drinking vodka as well.
'This will be amazing,' he said. 'I'm like Gordon Ramsey, or Ainsley Harriot, or something.'

"This is why drunk you is best you, don't tell sober you I told you that though," Flint said, taking a few swings of water.

“Or a drunk teenager” Elisa chuckled to herself

'Oi,' yelled Samuel, pointing at Elisa. 'Am not a teenager. I'll be 18 in two days, and back in Britain, I'm allowed to drink then.'