【the ❝farrah's birthday❞ meme】 threads for farrah's birthday
Requests: ♛ Chloe and June vs the hooker district of Forestcovered. ♛ Dorian showing Mary the theatre. ♛ Dorian and June. Just imagine it. It would be like a second James. ♛ Chloe and Toby. Possibly at a party. Possibly a contest to see who is the greatest monster. ♛ Toby and Dorian trying to make pufferfish.
[Dorian is cute. He's not, you know, shorty got that what what tuning the lady harp sexy, but he's cute at least. And he has a nice smile. And he seems to know a lot of people, and things, and be the kind of guy that Chloe and James wouldn't totally discount on first sight. So all in all, she thinks he might be cool enough to show off as a friend, maybe, one day. And she didn't meet him in pilates or church, which gives him cool bonus points, June is pretty sure]
I love your accent. I mean, I am obsessed with British accents. Or Welsh, just, you know, entire Great Britain Britishness. And Ireland, too. Because that's not really part of Great Britain anymore, is it? [beat, and a nervous smile] When I had strep throat I spent an entire week in watching nothing but BBC America. I marathoned Downton Abbey, too. [earnest smile and terrible British accent ahoy] 'ello, mate.
[The Britishness may have left her a little star struck. It makes up for the lack of sexy and the overabundance of cute and sweet, as far as Dorian's looks are concerned right now for June. She wonders for a minute what shorty got that what what sounds like with a British accent]
[There is too much wrong to even begin to correct that. What a nice, airheaded young lady.] We do pride ourselves on the BBC. Would you like a glass of water? Clear the system a little? [THIS LADY IS DRUNK he is assuming as he enjoys another very alcoholic something or other, he didn't ask.]
Oh, no thank you. See, I'm actually trying to build a tolerance. My tolerance is about average, but my roommate is a total heavyweight at drinking. And drugs. And just about every terrible thing you can put inside your body. Men and women included, if you know what I mean. [June smiles brightly at her terrible joke, but then waves her hand and continues] I actually had to have my stomach pumped last year, couldn't drink for six months, and that was from just trying to keep up with her for a couple weeks. So, I am trying to be pro-active. If I can build a tolerance than I should be a-okay when party time comes.
[This roommate sounds amazing and Dorian wants to meet her. But he prioritizes, smiling graciously.] An interesting strategy. And what stage in your plan are you at now? Four ounces a night? Five?
[June pulls out a notebook from her bag and shows Dorian] I've been charting it, just to know where I'm at. [she points out her progress to Dorian which has gone up some, but is still only a few degrees higher than a lightweight]
Dorian and June (it's like James 2.0!)
I love your accent. I mean, I am obsessed with British accents. Or Welsh, just, you know, entire Great Britain Britishness. And Ireland, too. Because that's not really part of Great Britain anymore, is it? [beat, and a nervous smile] When I had strep throat I spent an entire week in watching nothing but BBC America. I marathoned Downton Abbey, too. [earnest smile and terrible British accent ahoy] 'ello, mate.
[The Britishness may have left her a little star struck. It makes up for the lack of sexy and the overabundance of cute and sweet, as far as Dorian's looks are concerned right now for June. She wonders for a minute what shorty got that what what sounds like with a British accent]
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