𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷̶𝙴̶𝚁̶𝙾̶

𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑬 .ᐟ

"Actually, I like you better drunk. You forget how to be an asshole." Apparently so.

..... "Wow that is... probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me while sober. Still fucking rude, mind." Ivy and ben get along for more than 5 seconds challenge.

.... "Well fuck you too, i guess..." She doesn't smoke anyway so she's not mad. "Ya owe me a drink now though."

... that's actually more than she anticipated from Soldier Boy, actually. "Thanks."

Someone get her red velvet cake. Its her birthday.

“ Your genes, old man.”

Silent 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 flooded through his system—though he didn’t let it show. Instead, the smirk grew a bit across his lips. “‘Course I’m fast on me feet.”

I don't botch my jobs.

Not unless I want to

I’m always locked in !

Another attempt at a sour look. "Says the man thats not been able to see straight for at least three drinks?" A mock huff.

Eyes narrow. Or more realistically, she attempts to narrow them and ends up drunkenly squinting. "Am not. That'd be a waste." Bringing her cocktail closer to protectively keep it from hostile spill attempts.

WAKE UP FELLOW ALPHAS AND SIGMAS

The raven haired Brit’s dark hazel gaze widened slightly as he watched the soldier Supe advancing forward—shield swinging. It had 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 caught him completely off guard and he quickly moved to the side—aiming to 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 avoid the hit.