I’m going to bed.

But because I want to, not because /someone/ told me to. Good night, people I don’t give a crap about. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen good bye. I’m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie-

Okay, enough music.

miss-michellebailey:

I’ll try. I still say a trip to Venice would be a better gift, buuuut if you’d like to take a risk on that slim chance…

Rum misses you. Uh, no. Nothing really worth mentioning. Except for me carrying you all the way to bed, which should get me brownie points (aka actual brownies) and a hernia.
Wait, I thought I was the one paying for Venice.

Yeah, I’m sure it’s just dying to cloud my memory and have me feel like absolute crud the next morning. Brownies it is, then. I haven’t made them in a while…

Oh, so that’s how I ended up in your clothing! Err, besides the uhh…the thing. The bikini. Yeah. Uhm, anyways!

Venice. Right. Riiiiight. Then I’ll just have to come up with something as clever as Venice. Great. And I wouldn’t make you pay for Venice. That’s ridiculous.

Careful not to burn them. I want my hernia brownies to taste like heaven. And yeah, that’s how you ended up in my West Coast Avengers shirt. Which by the way is one of my favorites, so I expect you to appreciate the gesture.
You wouldn’t make me pay for it, but I’d do it anyway. How else would we both stay in a five star hotel and fly first class? I’m sure you can figure something out, though.

ooc: okay so the next message to Bailey is gonna be one of those that were too good to resist and I’m not even sorry.

miss-michellebailey:

banning-hook:

miss-michellebailey:

Don’t be a party pooper, you have to celebrate me with me. We can celebrate you a little too.
Has to be Lizzy or no deal.
……. Why must you rain on my parade?

I do not…okay, why did you have to say rum? I really hate drinking now. That night was terrible and I only remember a bit of it. Any other drink and I could say no to though. -looks at you- Pirate.

Fine. But that’s a lame birthday present. I mean, how could she be related to a sous chef in Maine in the middle of nowhere?

If you had just brought your umbrella…tsk tsk.

You’re weak. Good singer, but weak. That night still a blur, huh?
I don’t know, man. Shit happens. Wait, that’s not the phrase I was going for… I meant to say anything’s possible. You might have the hottest famous cousin on earth.
Ha, funny.

Hey, I like rum. Rum’s good. But that night is one that I do not want to re-live. Any other odd things come to mind that you haven’t shared, hm? You’ve been very…vague. About it. But I guess that’s expected.

I’ll try. I still say a trip to Venice would be a better gift, buuuut if you’d like to take a risk on that slim chance…

Rum misses you. Uh, no. Nothing really worth mentioning. Except for me carrying you all the way to bed, which should get me brownie points (aka actual brownies) and a hernia.
Wait, I thought I was the one paying for Venice.

miss-michellebailey:

Don’t be a party pooper, you have to celebrate me with me. We can celebrate you a little too.
Has to be Lizzy or no deal.
……. Why must you rain on my parade?

I do not…okay, why did you have to say rum? I really hate drinking now. That night was terrible and I only remember a bit of it. Any other drink and I could say no to though. -looks at you- Pirate.

Fine. But that’s a lame birthday present. I mean, how could she be related to a sous chef in Maine in the middle of nowhere?

If you had just brought your umbrella…tsk tsk.

You’re weak. Good singer, but weak. That night still a blur, huh?
I don’t know, man. Shit happens. Wait, that’s not the phrase I was going for… I meant to say anything’s possible. You might have the hottest famous cousin on earth.
Ha, funny.

miss-michellebailey:

I suppose you’re right. I’m gonna celebrate me tomorrow over rum. It’ll be great.
Why not? How cool would it be if you were related to a celebrity? She could come to Storybrooke for a visit, and she could stay in my house because you don’t have enough room. That’s how good of a host I am. Not to mention it would be the perfect gift.

Then I’ll be sure to go home early if that’s the case.
Maybe I’ll check. Just for you. Heck, I probably have a cousin that at least looks like her or something.

…But you have a girlfriend. Who, I recall, isn’t the most fond of Elizabeth Banks. So scratch that.

Don’t be a party pooper, you have to celebrate me with me. We can celebrate you a little too.
Has to be Lizzy or no deal.
……. Why must you rain on my parade?