#im tipsy and so is sullivan

[sullivanism]

despite his track record for throwing damn good parties, sullivan was even impressed with himself as he looked over the party, leaning against the wall by the staircase. “alright, on a scale of one to ten ▬ “ he speaks, mainly to whoever was close enough to hear him. “how trashed do you think my house is gonna be ? “ he, of course, we no stranger to house parties and knew to put away anything of importance value, but the rest ? materialistic. “i’m gonna guess a solid nine.” 

[neosy]

🎄ndjdjdhws im sorry

   Neo had come to the realization that there was a mistletoe above just about every doorway in the ship and it was quickly going from a fun gag to an inconvenience. Somewhere between ‘tipsy’ and ‘plastered drunk’ he made the silent vow to kiss everyone that he ended up under one of those God forsaken plants with, and if he were honest, it was only a matter of time before his lips started getting chapped from the sheer number of people he kept running into. At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if everyone on board woke up with mono tomorrow, surely himself included.

   All he wanted to do was break the seal, unleash his bladder that was filled to the brim with Whiskey, but it seemed that life had it out for him. The bathroom closest to the mess hall was occupied and he stood outside with his arms across his chest, his legs pacing shortly back and forth to keep himself from just whipping it out and pissing in the hallway in his drunken, impatient stupor. It sounded appealing, but imagining the look on Sullivan’s face tomorrow if he found out what happened was enough to convince him to hold it. That wasn’t an enemy he felt like making anytime soon.

  It felt like it had been several years before the door opened and of all people, Skye appeared on the other side. Neo nearly had to restrain himself from hip checking him out of the way so he could get into the bathroom faster. It wasn’t until he was standing in the doorway that he heard something slip past Skye’s lips, along the lines of “More mistletoes?” and Neo stopped short and turned around. “What did you say?” He asked, and Skye turned back around for a moment, pointing above Neo’s head. He closed his eyes tightly for a for a short second, knowing damn well what he was about to see when he looked up and swore. 

  “What the fuck, Eph? Even over the bathroom?” He mumbled under his breath before sighing and grabbing the front of Skye’s shirt, pulling him in immediately for a kiss that was probably more forceful than he intended. After about twenty seconds he let him go, pushing him out of the doorway and slamming the door more or less in his face, not feeling it in him to feel apologetic as he finally, finally, had the bathroom to himself.