That wicked woman's got me by the balls
WHO: Angelica & Pietro
WHERE: Some bar
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Um.
SUMMARY: How is babby formed? Okay, no. Husband and wife go out drinking! Such awesome role models!
FORMAT: Yami's choice!
Angelica was on her third margarita of the night, the point in the evening where she was starting to feel fantastic. It was a familiar feeling, a pleasant sensation she was more accustomed to than she'd ever admit to anyone, and if she'd been out with anyone besides her husband, she'd have been giggling like a fool, chatting up a storm, and generally being much too loud for her own good.
But with Pietro accompanying her, she felt obligated to make an effort to reel herself in. Her giggles were fewer and further between, and her voice, while louder than usual, was as quiet as she could manage. She was quite drunk, and she really didn't want to give him any reason to comment on it.
Still, she was drunk...
"Having fun, baybee?"
WHERE: Some bar
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Um.
SUMMARY: How is babby formed? Okay, no. Husband and wife go out drinking! Such awesome role models!
FORMAT: Yami's choice!
Angelica was on her third margarita of the night, the point in the evening where she was starting to feel fantastic. It was a familiar feeling, a pleasant sensation she was more accustomed to than she'd ever admit to anyone, and if she'd been out with anyone besides her husband, she'd have been giggling like a fool, chatting up a storm, and generally being much too loud for her own good.
But with Pietro accompanying her, she felt obligated to make an effort to reel herself in. Her giggles were fewer and further between, and her voice, while louder than usual, was as quiet as she could manage. She was quite drunk, and she really didn't want to give him any reason to comment on it.
Still, she was drunk...
"Having fun, baybee?"