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

“Man! Ugh, I think the universe wants me drunk or something” She passed the plates full of spaghetti to Samuel and Flint

“Here” she shoved a plate towards Hannah “You can get a plate if you want”

"Thank you, and I though you knew, weren't you watching as we put it in?" Flint takes the plate and sits on the counter again, grabbing a fork from besides him.

Hannah was yet again startled, she decided to take the plate and pray that the alcohol had burned off.

“I was too busy corralling you two” She begrudgingly took a bite of the spaghetti

Samuel wandered over to his plate of spaghetti, pouring on a shit ton of fairy dust-laced Carling, and some Cheerios. He turned to Hannah, 'You want some, uh, drink?'

Hannah didn't answer, she just sat there. It was weird.

"Aw, sorry about that, you could've stayed back with Damian if you really wantede too you know," Flint smiled through the spaghetti, happy that she had joined them on their little adventure.

Elisa fidgeted, blushing “Ah, it’s.. fine. Someone needs to keep you in line”

Flint grinned, "sure sure," he takes another forkful of food, "this is really good, props to the chief."

“Yeah, I agree” Elisa took another bite, glad for a semi change in subject

'Thanks,' said Samuel. He bit into a cheerio wrapped in spaghetti. 'If you add Cheerios, there's just that bit of crunchy, rough texture you need.'
He slid the packet of Cheerios over to Hannah, and a can of Carling. 'Add that, it will make it better. But be warned, the Carling has a special ingredient…'

Elisa looked at Samuels plate in disgust “I take it back, that looks terrible”

Hannah felt dizzy and sleepy. The alcohol hadn't entirely burned off. Her family was particularily easily affected by alcohol, it was genetics. She passed out, falling on the floor.

Flint grabs a packet of cheetos, passes it to Elisa and grabs himself one too. Pouring it over his spaghetti he takes a bite and nods, "he's right."

"Well shit, we need to pet her in the recovery position."

Elisa looked to Hannah’s passed out form in worry “Is she alright?”

'Cheetos?' asked Samuel. 'Man I should do that.'
On top of the vodka-spaghetti-carling-cheerios mountain, he added some Cheetos. Biting into it, he smiled. 'That's the good shit.'
He then realised Hannah was on the floor.
'SHIT!' he yelled, running to her side. 'What do we do? Did we kill her? Was the spaghetti too spicy? I don't want to get done for murder, I'm too pretty for jail!'

"I'm going to say no," he gets down and puts Hannah on her side, trying to remember exactly what to do.

"I know you are, dang what if we get put in the samejail though, we could rule it," Flint began thinking through the possibilities.

Samuel checked her pulse quickly - she still had one. As well as that, she was breathing fine. 'She's not dead.'

“Maybe she’s fine, she’s just…. tired?” Elisa shrugged

"Does anyone know where her cabin is?"

(I love how your characters are freaking out without freaking out.)

'I'll probably go to jail for the fairy dust,' suggested Samuel. 'Then, you can get arrested for some other shit, and we can rule the jail. That would be fun.'

"We could start our own gang, we could rule the world when we get out."

“It would NOT be fun to be arrested!” Elisa huffs angrily “And we could probably find her cabin if we asked around”

"Okay, Samuel help me here," he slings one of her arms round his shoulder, preparing to pick her up.

Hannah woke up to hear the people talking about jail-cabins. (She's gonna be hella confused.) There was a pretty girl standing above her. "Hi…" she said, dazed.

“Ohhh no. I’m not letting you two carry her, you can’t even walk in a straight line by yourself”