[It's another normal week at the estate where James is away for work and everyone else is doing their own necessary work and errands. Devon is taking a break from her studio and taking a customary walk around the grounds for some fresh air. She's bundled up in a jacket, scarf and boots, but instead of taking the scenery in around her, she's on her phone, cheerfully conversing with her fiance.
Devon texts a good amount which is why when she wants to talk to James, she tends to start one or two conversations a week where they can talk about just anything that's on their minds. She always gives him a customary, "Good morning," or "Good night and sweet dreams :)," and of course, a "See you on the weekend." It's becoming it's own little tradition in a way, them being able to keep a connection despite the distance between them.
This week's conversation topic? Drinking stories, stories of getting plastered. Or in Devon's case, the lack thereof.]
so it's not like i hadn't had booze before then you know, I snuck a beer or two in high school, maybe got into the wine cooler before Mom found me out but I've never gotten drunk
Like, I found out about this when I went to a party in college Had a guy in the crowd start to put the moves on me, offer me a drink I was oblivious so I didn't think about how his goal was to get me plastered So we talked a bit and stuff, he kept offering me drink after drink, I kept downing it all A little buzzed, but I could see straight and I thought, "Huh, I think that was six, seven red cups already"
Poor guy was keeling over by the end of the night, I had to drive him back to his dorm He cried in the back of my car about his dad issues and how he didn't support his dream of going into theater Then he gave me homemade jam and his phone number
it was the wrong number
So yeah, that was a long-winded way to say, I don't know what it's like to be drunk! （⌒▽⌒ゞ
[Devon always seems to have a weird occurrence or two to recall and tell James. It keeps the week amusing.]
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[It's another normal week at the estate where James is away for work and everyone else is doing their own necessary work and errands. Devon is taking a break from her studio and taking a customary walk around the grounds for some fresh air. She's bundled up in a jacket, scarf and boots, but instead of taking the scenery in around her, she's on her phone, cheerfully conversing with her fiance.
Devon texts a good amount which is why when she wants to talk to James, she tends to start one or two conversations a week where they can talk about just anything that's on their minds. She always gives him a customary, "Good morning," or "Good night and sweet dreams :)," and of course, a "See you on the weekend." It's becoming it's own little tradition in a way, them being able to keep a connection despite the distance between them.
This week's conversation topic? Drinking stories, stories of getting plastered. Or in Devon's case, the lack thereof.]
so it's not like i hadn't had booze before then
you know, I snuck a beer or two in high school, maybe got into the wine cooler before Mom found me out
but I've never gotten drunk
Like, I found out about this when I went to a party in college
Had a guy in the crowd start to put the moves on me, offer me a drink
I was oblivious so I didn't think about how his goal was to get me plastered
So we talked a bit and stuff, he kept offering me drink after drink, I kept downing it all
A little buzzed, but I could see straight and I thought, "Huh, I think that was six, seven red cups already"
Poor guy was keeling over by the end of the night, I had to drive him back to his dorm
He cried in the back of my car about his dad issues and how he didn't support his dream of going into theater
Then he gave me homemade jam and his phone number
it was the wrong number
So yeah, that was a long-winded way to say, I don't know what it's like to be drunk! （⌒▽⌒ゞ
[Devon always seems to have a weird occurrence or two to recall and tell James. It keeps the week amusing.]