Om so drunk I 2ish Lucille would t0p m3 thanks

          maeby’s bored , but hey , what’s new there ? living in the cracks of a family crumbling apart sounds a lot more interesting than it is. but maeby’s used to the inbetween places; too smart but not smart enough, too mature but not mature enough, too bluth but not bluth enough. lots of almosts , even more maebys maybes. so yeah , she’s bored out of her mind , restless for something , anything of interest. so she goes to the epicenter of chaos: her grandparents’ apartment. loose curls framing her face , maeby makes her way through balboa towers , the floral wallpaper a florida retiree’s wet dream. she got the extra set of keys from george michael two years ago and no one’s even noted that they’re gone. at this point , why does her grandma even bother locking up , half of Newport Beach could probably get in if they really wanted to.

           “ gangy ? ” maeby’s disappointed by the lack of noise when she opens the door , the apartment too still and put together to show promise of anything. throwing the keys aside , she makes her way farther into the apartment , heading in the direction of her grandmother’s liquor cabinet because she can. because she’s got nothing better to do. “ is anyone home ? ”

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“Besides getting into trouble, you mean?” A sly smile follows that remark, for serious as she may seem, Cassandra can certainly tease about her own children. “The same as it is now, of course. Magic. She could fly before she could walk, knew how to vanish into thin air by her second birthday, I was very proud…despite how hard it could to keep up with her. Most witches don’t learn how to fly until they’re six or seven years old, you know!”

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           the AMUSED smile on his lips should have been enough to give away he was just oh so eager to find out what that woman had done to deserve such a name.  truth be told, he himself had been graced with a ridiculous name once before, though surely not as ridiculous as this one.    “  as much as i think  ‘ KITTYKITTYNYA ‘  is a very interesting name, i would very much like to hear the real one.  ”    turning his own cup enough for her to see the written name on his,  he gives a little bow along the way.    “  fernando cienfuegos, señora.  ”

          “Hey there, Lucille.” Sam says, looking up from behind the bar as the doorbell jangles and the REGULAR walks in. Starts working on her martini so by the time she sits at her usual spot, he slides the glass over, elbows perched on the bar ledge. “Diane is runnin’ late today so you two are gonna have to hold off on your SQUABBLING for a half hour or so. Or if you really need somethin’ t’do, go chuck something at CLIFF.” There’s an angry ‘ hey now! ’ thrown and Sam chuckles, gazing back over to where Norm and Cliff sat. “Only kidding, Cliffie!” before he turns back to look at Lucille. “Aw, come on now, whatcha lookin’ so down in the dumps for, hey?”

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“hand it over, dinosaur bones, that’s my bottle of vodka.” it’s not. she stole it, too.

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                    “of course she thinks MY outfit is ‘funny’ ---” eyes follow the cackling squad of blondes as they shrink into the distance, before turning once more to the person in front of him, “almost as funny as HER wedges. what is trying to do with those things? - kill a family of rats?”              @withhclding   ♥’d

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Knocks twice before he unlocks the door, his usual boyish features lighting up as he sees the other. It’s the end of his shift of a very long day, and now he was on his way to see his very best gal. 

          “MISS ME?” He asks, grinning as he digs through his pockets. “An’ if ye didn’t, ah’ve got a PRESENT for you tha’ might make ye change your mind.” He says casually as he hands her over a pack of cigarettes and a nice bottle of scotch. 

          “Destroy any lives t’day, darlin’?” Danny asks, grabbing the usual two glasses as he sets them down in front of them as he opens the bottle, pouring both of them a rather healthy dose. 

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Aw, thank you so much! And you’re not too late, don’t worry. We really should do something with Lucille and Bedelia, I wonder which one would end up drunk first... 

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i’m emotional he would have been omg. ��

nando would have been the best father ever, he would have spoiled donna so much and she would have been so loved. it makes me so sad it never happened   ...   he has so much love to give

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