Me: IVORY GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. -tries lifting peter off the floor- come onnnn stupid Russian... peter: -he was completely out. If the drugs hadn't knocked him out, him hitting his head on the coffe table and falling face first to the ground definitely

This app is evolving

-there was a big thump, and I could be heard groaning from where ivory was. Peter had fallen face first to the floor just a few feet away from a couch- me: DAMN IT

It seems like a lot of people do now a days. But hey, if you want to talk I'm here

Omg you guys are irritating... I'm gonna go

Rat? That's no insult I like rats. But if you must and you quit making drama sure you can leave

But felina, obsessing over someone isn't healthy and if anything, you're hurting her, so please just.. leave her alone alright?

-gives Liza a hug- hey, petey and I won't smother you about this, but we'll be here alright?

Guys if you would stop being full of yourselves for just a second that would be nice

But Liza, this is a hard time in your life. Being a kid like us isn't easy. Sometimes we just grow up too fast. If you need to talk, I got you ok? I've been through this and I have a few tricks up my sleeve

oh my fucking god, felina stop being such a drama queen. That's the last thing Liza needs

(Yes and no, my boyfriend calls me Mikey as a nickname and it reminds me of mike wasowski sooo) me: not a good idea, wanna end up like him? -takes his hand- come on pete let's go find a couch for you while I look for someone to fuck

Me: I have a suspicion that they roofied these. But the party's just startinggggg Peter: listen to the Reese's piece ivory... -hiccups-

Peter: heheh... -he doesn't know what he's laughing about, he just knows that ivory is so he does too.- me: shit what did they put in the drunk?

Haha my brother's name is Milo and he looks just like that, minus the beard.

Peter: really? -rubs his arm- I didn't know you felt that way about me

Peter: d-da talking pineapple? -rubs his eyes- me: damn it I knew I should've come with you two.

Me: huh? He's not my boyfriend but- ohhh. Peter: -he hiccuped and leaned a bit on ivory- what did I drink?

(Yeah) peter: I-I don't feel too good... -hiccups- where's Mikey...

Peter: -goes to a table with a lot of drinks. He looks in one to see something that looked like apple juice.- nice! -he drank the whole thing.- funny... this doesn't taste like apple juice...