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Um… Don’t ‘member… Why?

Come ooooonnnn Becca! Justa s’p… *putting it in her face*

Because bro, you’re so drunk! Aand you might do something you’ll regret, and hurt someone’s feelings if you drink to much.

-shakes her head again- No! I don’t like it!

I’m not th’t drunk…
Din’t know wh’tc’ m’ss’ng… *pulling it away he drinks it*

Emil, you’re drunk.
Fine, I’ll try it, gimme. -huffs-

N’i! Not ‘t ‘ll…
Nope, l’st your ch’nce… *keeping it from her reach*

You just spoke gibberish or something, because I didn’t understand a word you just said!
-huffs, then jumps on him, tackling him-

… I und’rs’od wh’t I s’id.
H-H’y! *being drunk he has no balance and ends up on the ground, the rest of the beer spilling out* …

Well I didn’t. So… You need to sober up. -looks at the beer on the floor- So this should help. -sits on him, one leg on either side- And I’m not moving until you start talking properly.

… *he looks at the precious spilled liquid before his eyes bore into Becca* Hvað í fjandanum! Sjáðu hvað þú gerðir! Fá burt. Nú!

-doesn’t move- I have no idea what you just said.

G’t. Off. N’w! Hvað varstu að hugsa? Þú lést mig missa bjór minn! Nú fá ríða burt!

Give me one good reason.

*giving her the death glare, he grabs her forearms tightly and forces her off of him to the side. letting her go he gets to his feet and grabs up his now empty beer*

Ow… You didn’t have to grab hard. -rubs one of her forearms-

1. minimeroxz reblogged this from saeturtonnisland and added:

   I’m sorry. -pouting, she hugged her knees-

2. saeturtonnisland reblogged this from minimeroxz and added:

   *mumbles a few words in Icelandic, drunk and unhappy with no beer left*

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