REALLY?!?, ariana/moe

OH MY GOD OKAY WHATEVERtagged: sierra and ariannawords: 588outfit: herenotes: i'm sorry this sucksoh my god why did this have to happen every single night? every night moe would be cozy on the couch, watching the exorcist, or the shining, or battle royale, or whatever and down the stairs ariana would come fumbling, hemming and hawing and how oh we have to go out tonight, moe and oh you're no fun, moe and i'm gonna stab you in your sleep fifty times if you don't get your ass in something cute right this second, i swear to god...... moe. one fucking night, that's all moe asked for. just one night with her and her goddamn cat and some goddamn drinks and some goddamn quiet... okay so maybe horror films aren't exactly most people's opinions of quiet, but sometimes the screams can be comforting, y'know? ....no? okay whatever, anyway.once again moe was all ready in her oversized garbage pail kids tshirt, a pair of socks with middle fingers all over them pulled up as high as she could get them, and her little butt in some old underwear sticking out all over the place, trying to enjoy a night off from work. moe could hear ariana's frustrated attempts to get read and moe just tried her goddamn hardest to ignore it. you are not going out tonight you are not fucking going out tonight, NOTHING SHE SAYS IS GOING TO GET YOU TO GET YOUR ASS OF THIS COUCHan hour and a lot of screaming later and where the fuck was moe? on a goddamn bar stool in some fucking club with a shot of goldschlager in front of her. ... okay several shots of goldschlager in front of her. if her dumb ass is getting dragged out her, it's also getting plastered. ariana was in the club somewhere. probably grinding her booty up on some guy moe was inevitably gonna end up beating about the head for trying to suggest a threesome. god boys are grossour queen of sass threw back a shot, and glared the bartender into another drink. "honey, are you sure you just wanna sit here and drink? i'm sure there's plenty of boys out there that would wanna dance with you! or girls... or whatever." jesus "jesus, really? do you really think so? do you really think that one of these skeezy sweaty fucking douchebags wants to dance with me? oh golly gee mr hotshot bartender your life looks so fucking swell i guess that every fucking word that comes out of your mouth has just gotta be my fucking destiny! do you think one of them will marry me? cos that would just be my fucking luck. how about you do us both a favor, pour me more of that shit and stop fucking talking to me so i can get drunk enough that someone will carry me home. thanks, sugar." and then moe winked.normally moe would have been a bit more playful with her insults, but today she just wasn't having it. it'd been a bad day at work, low tips, lots of asshole tourists who think you should wipe them and smile, and the car was going to need to be taken into the shop again. so the last thing she wanted was to be in some cooped up bar waiting for ariana to fuck something up so they could go home. but whatever, she's young and there's shit to do, right? ....right?CREDIT TO JADE @ CAUTION 2.0

shut up moeariana loved getting her way. especially when she was getting her way with moe, who ariana characterized as a "more stubborn, more bitchy eeyore." so that evening after ari suffered through a makeshift waitress shift she had no intention on covering, ariana knew she wanted to go out. she also knew that she wanted moe to tag along. now, moe was not a party girl of any sort, but sometimes on the right night they'd both have a great time and moe would sarcastically thank her and it'd all be in good fun. other nights, which seems like how this one was unfolding, moe did not have fun and ariana was forced to give her a friendly push.standing in the bathroom looking bored, ariana waited somewhat patiently for the right girl to walk in. you could tell who was carrying and who wasn't by the way the entered the bathroom. hurried, scanning the stalls for signs of feet, already rifling in their purse before they even entered a stall. ariana had caught one or two drug mules already but all they had was coke, the least appealing drug of all time. finally she happened across a girl with oxycodone pills, ariana's chemical of choice, and she managed to coax the girl out of two pills. going to work quickly, ariana silently smashed the pills inside a straw one at a time. the first she dumped into her own girly mixed cocktail, the second she held delicately in her hand before putting the drink in front of it, to mask the surprise she had for young marilyn. she smiled devilishly in the mirror, checking out her exaggerated cat's eye makeup and how cute her ass looked in her jeans, paired with the most simple of camo teeshirts. some days ariana looked nicer when she wasn't trying.slinking back to wear her friend sat at the bar, ariana ordered two shots of goldschlager, pouring the contents of the straw in one and making sure to keep them separate. her mind buzzed as she finished her drink as she quickly felt the effects of the pain killer lift her mood. the bounce in her step felt especially high, like the gravitational pull of the Earth loosened it's grip on her ever so slightly. grinning like the cheshire cat, ari couldn't have been more ecstatic to see her best friend. "BAAABYYY," she cried, wrapping her free arm around moe, kissing her on top of her bald head. "i'm so sorry i ran off, i brought this for youuuu." ari sent the shots down and took the stool next to moe, turning her back on the greasy looking man a bar stool away from them. she smiled at moe and lifted her lips to the drink, waiting for moe to meet her.UGH SORRY I SUCK PIXI TRY NOT TO HATE ME476 wordsTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

OH MY GOD OKAY WHATEVERtagged: sierra and ariannawords: 551outfit: herenotes: i'm sorry this sucksso now that the bartender was noticeably ignoring her, several guys had tried to buy her drinks. which made had refused with the politest "get the fuck away from me" she knew how to muster. it was just a bad fucking night. "jesus mr bartender, i'm sure your life isn't that droll. no one else is even ordering right now don't you want any goddamn tips?" moe sighed and admitted her defeat, just as ari slinked back with a loud and grating BAAAAAABY. "what the fuck is up with you?" if there was one thing in the world moe knew about ari, it was that the bitch was not to be trusted when she was too pleased with herself.i mean once upon a time moe went along with whatever. back when she was exuberant about life (as in high school), sure she'd play beer pong. but the first time moe showed disinterest in a party, ariana flipped out. she picked moe up by her waist, threw her in a room with a bunch of stereotypically hot guys and tried to get moe to "take her pick" in hopes that that would cheer her up. to which moe responded "ari i'm not billy graham, hookers don't fix all my problems." needless to say she got them both kicked out of that party.and from then on that's what it was like for those two. every single house party was one disaster after the next; ari trying too hard to please moe, moe never being pleased, and eventually doing something stupid to upset the host. like beat the crap out of their little sister or you know spread a rumor that she was throwing this party because she was pregnant and too scared to get a real abortion so she was just going to drink her baby to death... sometimes when moe gets drunk she says things she's not proud of and unfortunately always remembers, we don't need to talk about it.so moe and ari stopped going to house parties. they started going to clubs, and inevitably getting kicked out of clubs. when ari became a bartender it was like a godsend, because sometimes it seemed like this weird mob. and all ari ahd to do was make a few phone calls and they'd be allowed back whichever club moe had gotten them kicked out of, as long as she promised to be on her best behavior. so they'd go back, when moe was in a better mood, have a good night, and fuck it up a week later. you could say it was what made them great... or really really really really really shitty. whatever.so now moe was sitting at this bar staring at her big stupid best friend who had a smile on her face that would make a pageant girl uncomfortable, and moe just couldn't help but be suspicious. "seriously dude what the fuck is going on? you were gone for like twenty minutes and now this walking definition of try hard won't give me drinks yes i am talking to you, mr bartender. congratulations, you've successfully earned a pair of ears. how many more levels till you get a brain?" moe eyed the shot "okay whatever you have planned i actually don't care." and downed it. CREDIT TO JADE @ CAUTION 2.0

shut up moehonestly, in a weird way ariana just got off on people having fun. her mood was heavily influenced by those around her, which is probably why it was strange that moe and ari got along. moe was your typical "debbie downer". she never had fun at the parties ari brought her to, she never wanted to dance, or drink, or do drugs, or get naked... she wouldn't even get into pools when they had the opportunity. ari was like the puppy yapping at moe's annoyed ankles, trying so hard to not only entertain her but to be entertained herself. despite ariana's outgoing personality and loud mouth, she still felt lonely in a crowded room and honestly just didn't like going places without moe. so whenever moe was moody, or uninterested, or upset, or not having a good time, ariana couldn't help but blame it on herself. moe was ariana's makeshift babysitter and ariana was around to make sure moe didn't sit in their house literally all day, every single day. the music they were playing at this club was less than tasteful, ariana giggled as she heard the word "cunt" sound over the speakers. she wondered if moe had heard, and whether or not moe was going to go on some sort of feminist rant on slut shaming and lalalala. ariana was about as feminist as you can get while still trying to use her looks to get everything that she wanted. it didn't surprise ariana that moe had so easily found out her secret. i mean, ariana had a pretty difficult time hiding a secret when she was incredibly proud of herself for it. she felt like a sneaky fun ninja, carefully forcing moe to have a good time whether she liked it or not. and, if worse came to worse, they could just go home and moe could yell at ariana as ari cuddled moe and told her to, "shhhhhh. stop bitching," as their conversations so frequently went. they were an odd set of friends but for some reason it just worked. they indulged each other the best they could, with ariana laying around with moe watching c-rated horror movies, and moe every once in a while putting on some pants and coming out with ariana. if you combined them they'd probably be a perfect, bitchy person, but for now they're just perfect, bitchy best friends."aww... mr. bartender why would you try to cut my friend off...? in my professional opinion, which i have because i am a professional bartender, you should probably shut the fuck up and let my gorgeous lady drink before i fuck this night up for everyone." ariana was vaguely well known at this bar for causing fights, which caused girls to leave, which called for some very bitchy men looking for something to hump. tickled pink that moe drank her shot, ari took hers and wrapped her arms gingerly around her friend. "baby doll we're going to have such a fun night i promise i didn't roofie you, not exactly at least, come on will you dance with me? just one dance? please please please it'll be just like junior prom!" ariana said in a somewhat sarcastic voice, waiting for the effects to roll over her friend's body. she herself was feeling might euphoric and didn't want to waste her body high on someone she would never see again.UGH SORRY I SUCK PIXI TRY NOT TO HATE ME565 wordsTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

OH MY GOD OKAY WHATEVERtagged: sierra and ariannawords: 621outfit: herenotes: i'm sorry this sucksright okay, moe has some explaining to do. beyond smoking pot every so often, moe wasn't exactly big on drugs. occasionally she could ignore a slight movement of ariana's hands and just accept that her drink was effecting her a little bit differently that night than the night before. i mean it wasn't that big of a deal. her friend wasn't exactly drugging her and moe wasn't exactly doing drugs. it was an easy out. so for the rest of the night moe's fingers would tingle a little bit more, she'd feel a little more dreamy, a little more accepting, and maybe she'd even have a speck of fun.beyond ariana's helpful hand, moe had very little experience with... this specific recreation. she was never really the rebellious sort. she didn't care about pissing off her parents or pissing off the man (okay, so as a feminist maybe that wasn't exactly true. she liked pissing off any man with good reason. but that's besides the point.) she liked to smoke cigarettes, but not to inhale, she just liked the smell of it, so most of the time when her friends would pop or snort or whatever, she'd just light up and wait. as she grew older she smoked less and less and although she keeps some her purse, she rarely busts them open except for special occasions.and tonight was starting to feel a little special."okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay whatever let's dance... okay? okay." with every okay moe seemed to slide her little butt off the barstool just a teeny tiny bit, just enough that buy the time her repetitive rant was done her feet were almost firmly planted on the floor. "but can i just say, that junior prom is not at all a good comparison for a night you're hoping to go well... you know considering i was a fucking drop out and we snuck in there just so that eddie vesler could fucking puke on me. remember? hello? i kicked him in his fat ass and the principal threatened to expel me, the big dolt didn't even remember i wasn't going there anymore."moe lightly held arianna's hand as they made their way to dancefloor, moe awkwardly eyeing the not so subtle exchanges between her fellow patrons. the seductive groin grab and wink, the exchange of goods and services for money, the girl who just took her panties off in the middle of the floor where security would never ever be able to get to her. all good reasons for moe to stay home and never go out ever again. ever. and so, obviously, once they'd found a spot that they were both confident was hopefully not gonna get them in too much trouble, moe began to sway.and as she let the music and her drinks cradle her into a somewhat happier place, moe just hoped for the best. maybe tomorrow she wouldn't regret a thing. maybe she'd make it out of here without a rude word to anyone, without a girl swinging at her, or pulling her hair. maybe she'd make it out of here with all the objects she left the house with. maybe some guy would dance with her, not try to grab her ass, and maybe she'd let him take her phone number. maybe she'd answer when he texted. maybe she'd wake up in a good mood and make ari pancakes and coffee and bacon and grease to cure their hangovers. maybe it was the beginning of moe not being the saddest excuse for a jaded bitch this side of the universe.but let's be honest, probably not.CREDIT TO JADE @ CAUTION 2.0