#* 𝘷. / ft. founderscouncil. ›› we didn't know we were built to fall apart.

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EMAILS I CAN'T SEND STARTERS : ❛ you drive me crazy   ❜ — @founderscouncil / hope ♥︎

❝        and how exactly do i do that?       ❞ she asks, brows furrowed slightly in mock confusion as she drops onto the floor in front of the couch with the bottle of bourbon in her hand. ❝        i never do anything,       ❞ she defends as she focuses opening the bottle. once it's opened she t i l t s her head back against the couch to look up to hope with raised brows as she adds, ticking off each item on the list with a finger, ❝        i mean, other than kick your ass, show you up, win bets ... i guess I could go on.       ❞

her lips tilt into an a m u s e d smile and she lifts her head off the couch just enough to take a drink from the bottle before lifting it up in offering to hope. admittedly, emery was already pretty tipsy after their evening in their favorite sports bar. how she'd managed to keep enough concentration to win the game of darts was beyond her, but it meant that she won the bet which is all that mattered to her.