ray x wren – Cisco backup

normallyxstrange: heart-on-her-sleeve·: “Ohmygosh, that’s so nice!” Ray’s words slurred as he grinned at the woman. “Birds are nice, just like you!” He said, pointing a long finger in her direction. His head was swimming. Foggy. Wired. He blinked a few times as he processed her question. “Drink. Yes. I had a long island iced tea, aContinue reading

normallyxstrange: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: “Yeah? You think?” Ray beamed, taking his card back and sloppily scribbling a few lines as his signature. He leaned on the bar, resting his head in his hand as he looked at the woman. “Wren? That’s a nice name. Rhymes with Ben! That was the name of my fish in the thirdContinue reading

normallyxstrange: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: “But eight’s an even number,” Ray pleaded, wanting to continue his drunken escapade. “A nice, round, even number. eight drinks, eight sides of a stop sign, perfect number to stop at!” He exclaimed, reaching for the shot that was placed before him by the bartender. Ray downed the shot, making a face as it burned.Continue reading

normallyxstrange: @heart-on-her-sleeve cont. from here “Yes, you.” Wren pursed her lips slightly. He was good and buzzed. His thoughts–just the surface ones she couldn’t help but skim–were alcohol soaked. The edges blurred. He was impaired, maybe not completely drunk, but enough. “Seven’s a good number. A lucky number. I think that’s enough to cut youContinue reading

❝How much have you had to drink?❞ – Wren to Ray

“Drink? ME?” Ray asked mocking offence. Goofy laughter bubbled from his belly, spurting out from between his lips. “At least 1, but maybe closer to 5 ‘er 7?” He plopped himself down in a chair, laughter continuing to bubble from his lips.