- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Oh, not every week. The paparazzi will accuse me of alcoholism if I was out every weekday, drunk. I could do without those rumours in the press. Granted, I have connections at the newspapers that could prevent such awful headlines, but I'd rather not go through that trouble," answered the designer as he gently pushed another shot towards the other with a slow smile on his face, while leaning on the bar. He would claim that this was through tipsiness, but honestly? He wasn't all that drunk. He was taking a leaf from Sandra's book - he was drinking alcohol, but also was discreetly discarding most of the drinks too, simply because he wanted to learn more about Timothy. It was clearly ironic that the two were using the same technique of wanting to get the other drunk and hope that would make them reveal some information-- even though Alexander was hardly going to say a thing when he wasn't even remotely drunk.
"You're surprisingly good fun, Timothy. You're always welcome to accompany me to bars in future. I would like to go for lunch tomorrow, so make sure you organise that for around 12, assuming you remember. Hangovers are a bitch."
"You're surprisingly good fun, Timothy. You're always welcome to accompany me to bars in future. I would like to go for lunch tomorrow, so make sure you organise that for around 12, assuming you remember. Hangovers are a bitch."