Some warmer weather
What a boring week!
He smirked back, took out a marble and stretched back the slingshot, the marble in the pouch. He whispered in Amelia’s ear, “Be ready to run if need be, but I’m gonna try and nail this git in his fat arse.” He aimed at the guards enormous backside, and let it loose. The marble sailed forward and hit the target dead on. James and Amelia stifled their laughter as he danced around, his hands clamped down.
Amelia tossed her hand over her mouth, keeping herself quiet. She patted James on the back, “Oh, good aim!” She laughed a bit harder, watching the guard run around in circles, attempting to figure out where the marble had come from.
“Grey works as well,” they walked out and shut the door. They crept through the hallways, stopping at corners to check for guards. After awhile they came across a shadow thrown over the front doors of the castle. A guard was standing there smoking. A grin came over James’ face. “Watch this, you up for some mischief?” He unslung a bag that he had over his back that Amelia hadn’t noticed. He pulled out a slingshot, given to him by Mac, and a bag of marbles.
Amelia smiled, reaching for her grey crop top, and throwing it over. She grabbed her room key, tossing it into her back pocket. As they walked down the halls, Amelia kept her eyes open. She smirked as James’ spoke. “Oh, most definitely!”
“Ooo gin! Now!” Gavin gulped down the vodka again to make room for the amazingness that is gin. “I have yet to master that art,” Gavin said, grinning,” you should teach me” he held out his cup like a toddler with a sippy cup, “More please.” he said
Amelia laughed, uncapping the other bottle, and pouring it into his glass. She smirked, “Show me the best you’ve got, first.” She knew Gavin could flirt. So well, that it resulted in him getting slapped. She poured herself another glass, leaning against the counter. “And, I’ll give you pointers after.”
Gavin grinned at her and held up his cup. “Cheers mate!” he tossed it back, only regretting doing so slightly as the burning sensation in his throat brought tears to his eyes. “Wow,” he said, “I forgot how crap vodka is.” The burning gave way to a slight tingle that tickled his throat. “How’d you even find this?” he asked, “The most I could scavenge was a few beers.” Thoughts of Mason flashed through his head and he held out his cup so Amelia would pour some more. Mason was always in his head. Hopefully the vodka would solve that problem.
“Well!” Amelia started, jogging over towards her bag, “I also brought Gin, and Whiskey. Whatever tickles your fancy!” She grinned, placing the bottles on his counter. “I have my ways. You may not know this, but us females have the ability to flirt our way out of anything.” She laughed softly, tossing back her cup, before pouring each of them more.
He chuckled, “We don’t want to get spotted do we?” He eyed Amelia’s white shirt, “Your pants work but you might want to change that shirt. I can wait.” He leaned against her doorframe and smiled a cocky grin. He and Amelia hadnt felt any awkwardness after their night together, and they both knew it wouldnt happen again. It just made them close friends.
Amelia nodded her head, running to her room, and grabbing a blank tank top. She threw it over, reaching for a black zip-up as well. “All black?” She asked, “or, can I get away with dark grey?”
Gavin crossed the room and opened the door at the sound of the knock. He smiled as he saw the little English girl with a bottle of what looked like heaven. “Aw shucks,” he said, immediately applying his accent. “Just what I needed! Get the fuck inside.” He grinned at her. Gavin needed to get drunk in a bad way. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, closing the door behind him. He went to his desk and opened the drawer, procuring two plastic cups from within. “Pour,” he commanded as he held out the cup.
‘No hello hug?” She smirked, making a small, happy noise as he pulled her inside. Amelia laughed, setting her bag on his couch. She wasn’t sure what Gavin drank, if at all, so to see him so excited definitely calmed her down. “Plastic cups, huh farmer? I see we’re drinking in style!” She teased, untwisting the cap and pouring about half a glass for each of them. “Cheers!”
James crept out of his room and down the hall to Amelia’s door. He was dressed in black because they would be sneaking through the castle and the grounds. James looked awesome still, he knocked softly on Amelia’s door and waited for her to answer. Remaining alert for any sounds of those tosser guards
Amelia crept to her door, smiling as she saw James. “Sup, mate?” She asked, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes ran down James’ body. “Are we robbing a bank today, or?”
Amelia pocketed her room key, locking the door behind her, and heading down the hall. She hadn’t seen Gavin in some time, so decided to surprise him. She hadn’t been to his room before, but had a general idea of where it was. She knocked on his door, a welcoming smile across her lips as he opened the door. “Hello!” She said, extending her arm, a bottle of vodka in her hand. “I brought you a gift, farmer!”
Depends. Are you asking out of curiosity, or are you asking to change it?
you’re gonna have to fight for him girrrrrrrl
… Amelia doesn’t even want James
l o l.
Lilli can have him.
Gavin took hold of the rope that rested on the horn of his saddle and gave it a little jerk. The horse whinnied with discomfort. “The fuck?” he said, kicking the horse at the same time. The horse lurched forward a little bit and stopped. “Ya I can’t do this…” Gavin said, looking up at Amelia helplessly.
“I have faith in you, mate!” She smiled warmly. “Besides! Won’t it feel good to know you can cross ‘Riding a horse’ off your bucket list?” Amelia took the reins in her hands, kicking the horse softly, moving him up towards Gavin’s horse.