❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜ from @stmulnts :^)
❛ What? ❜ Millie stared down at the coffee cup in absolute incredulity, as if it was some alien piece of technology. When people uttered the phrase 'pick your poison', she typically would pick a good pack of cigarettes, but no cigarette that she had ever come across has tasted like a...minty snickers bar. Was that how people liked their coffee? Usually her Papaw called anything with too much creamer 'that pussy crap'.
Her gaze rose back up to Tweek, still completely baffled, "Like mint and chocolate and caramel and peanuts? Is coffee even allowed to taste like that? I feel like that goes against...all the cardinal rules of coffee...Those totally exist, right?"
Millie scanned over the script, the very familiar script that Tweek had put in her hands as he fluttered about around her, "Oh! Right!" To be honest, she had hardly looked over it when it had been handed to her at rehearsal and the romantic scene halfway through wasn't one her highlighter had made its way to. Though, she had taken a step back to be in the ensemble this time around. There wasn't much to highlight.
"You didn't show him the cast list?" She handed back the script. The list had been laminated--to prevent any vicious actors from defacing it after a particularly malicious incident a semester prior--and taped to the stage door and Millie had seen many photos of it going around, as if a theater cast list was the next greatest gossip or drug, "Don't worry, Tweek. I'm no snitch. Your secret's safe with me."
@milslarsen / millie :
“i saw nothing. i mean, i totally saw everything, but i won’t tell anyone.”
⋯⋯⋯ “No, no no, it's not like that!” Tweek had, so it seemed, just been caught reciting lines from a... rather romantic script, with one of his theater friends— she was trying to get off - book, and with Tweek being the male lead's understudy, he's got to know the lines too, right?
Officially panicked, Tweek turned to his friend to dismiss himself, then scurried towards Millie. “No no no wait listen. It's just a play. We're just running lines. I swear. I'll‒ I'll even show you the script.” He hovered near her side like a moon orbiting a planet. “But please, you can't tell anyone I'm understudy for a big role. Not even Craig. Not even his friends. 'Cause I want it to be a surprise if I have to step in.”
❛ You think so?! ❜ She fluffed her hair with her free hand, smile as bright as ever. Sure, she had liquor and beer put on her gums when she was teething as a baby, but her parents definitely did not want her drinking until the exact minute she turned twenty-one.
Well, better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?
Millie scrunched up her nose with another giggle, blowing kisses to Maddi with quiet mwahs; it was always so easy to be flirty with each other like this, ❛ You are so sweet, Maddiiii. ❜ Standing up like a newborn fawn, she managed to survive a tipsy mix of walking and skipping over to the counter to grab several jello shots, stacking them and returning to sit cross-legged in front of Maddi.
❛ I got the red flavor, cause it's the best and everyone says red four...forty? fucks you up so it's perfect! ❜ She took one and shoved it unceremoniously toward Maddi, ❛ Do it with me! ❜
❛ It's trueeee, your hair is gorgeous. ❜ she giggled, as she took another shot. This was very typical of Maddison. Her parents were pretty chill, they had two rules exactly. Don't get pregnant, if you wanna stay out after curfew get permission. The end. She was blessed with that. ❛ it's like --- just perfect. ❜
Maddison was never a wordsmith, even with those she could speak around. However, she did text a bunch. Still, she giggled as she watched Millie try to come up with something to say. Maddi really did think the other was pretty but she would never act on her flirting. Millie was her best friend, the idea of losing her to the drama of dating? awful.
❛ Y-you should try the jello shots.. they're so strong! ❜
A CIGARETTE ALREADY BETWEEN HER FINGERS, Millie turned at the sound of Wendy's voice. The outline of a pack of cigarettes poked through Millie's coat pocket as she turned her lighter over in her other hand. Smoking had been her after-school hobby for as long as she could remember. While it was strictly taboo for a member of the choir or theatre program to do anything that could result in the ruining of one's voice, Larsens and cigarettes went together like bears and honey.
"Go right ahead." Millie pocketed her lighter; hell, it had even been engraved with her initials by her Papaw when he first caught her smoking, as if it was some sort of christening in the family tradition.
As with many of the girls she had known, it was near impossible to imagine most of them smoking. Still, not entirely impossible. Millie pulled the pack out of her pocket, holding it out to Wendy in case this was a special occasion and cigarettes weren't on her school supply list, "Smoking for fun or stress relief today?"
@qweenbeeb said "i tried to talk him out of it." from here
The boys were currently scaling the walls of the club, full-on Spider-Man attempts to crawl up a brick wall as if they had super glue on their hands. It hadn't been all of them at first, but apparently the new security was extremely good at identifying fake IDs and nearly every boy had been rejected at the door. All it took was one of them to whip up the idea of climbing to the rooftop club to sneak in..and of course, the rest of them all agreed it was an amazing idea.
Millie blinked once. Twice. As if blinking hard would somehow explain the cacophony of male grunting and swearing as they fell several feet to the ground. Most times, all it took for the girls was some eyelash batting and good boob tape to make bouncers open the doors.
"I don't think there's any talking them out of this, Bebe..."
❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜ from @butttlord
MORE THAN A COUPLE DRINKS IN and Millie's face was flushing nearly as crimson as her hair. Every joke seemed uproariously hilarious and every song was the best song she had ever heard (partially because she kept playing every country song she could think of ). She giggled at Maddison's praise--always a lightweight--and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. It never took long for the two of them to start exchanging compliments the moment alcohol entered their systems.
"Maddi! You flirt!" Millie gasped, scrunching up her face in a wide smile, "You-" She accentuated her statement with an outstretched finger, pointing right at Maddison's nose, "You are more beautiful like..." Another face scrunch in thought, spinning her drink around in her hand, "like magnolia in May beautiful!"
( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜
❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜
❛ i have time for this. ❜
❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜
❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜
❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜
❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜
❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜
❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜
❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜
❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜
❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜
❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜
❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜
❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜
❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜
❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜
❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜
❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜
❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜
❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜
❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜
❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜
❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜
❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜
❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜
❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜
❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜
❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜
❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜
❛ never too late to start over. ❜
❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜
❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜
❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜
❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜
❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜
❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜
❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜
❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜
❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜
❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜
❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜
❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜
❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜
❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜
❛ you good? ❜
❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜
❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜
❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜
❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜
❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜
❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜
❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜
❛ i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜
❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜
❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜
❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜
❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜
❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜
❛ you could do this without me. ❜
❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜
❛ you make me better at this. ❜
❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜
❛ how's the wine? ❜
❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜
❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜
❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜
❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜
❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜
❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜
❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜
❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜
❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜
❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜
❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜
❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜
❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜
❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜
❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜
❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜
❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜
❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜
❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜
❛ i fucking love you! ❜
❛ you fucking need me. ❜
❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜