My Intoxicated Romance

Pansie’s POV.

Faster. Harder. Oh Baby..
Yes. Those we’re the three sounds that we’re ringing throughout the entire hotel. Compliments of Tragik and Gerard.
“See Roxie? That is sex.” Frank told her.
“Sounds fun, can I play too?” She asked, jumping up and down.
“Yes, go jump on them.” I sighed.

5 minutes later ; “WHAT THE FUCK, ROXIE?”
“YOUR NAKED!” she shrieked.
“NO. FUCKING. SHIT!”
“CAN I PLAY SEX WITH YOU GUYS?”
“NO!”
“PANSIE SAID I COULD!” she whined.
Tattletale.
“WELL PANSIE CAN GO LICK A PETE PENIS!”
“HE DOESN’T HAVE ONE, REMEMBER?”
They we’re all screaming and we we’re fersure going to get kicked out of yet another hotel thanks to Gerard and Tragik.
“WHATS THAT UGLY THING HANGING FROM GERARD?”
“YOUR MOM!”
“MY MOM IS DEAD, STUPID!”
“IT’S A PENIS! ALRIGHT, THERE! I SAID IT! PENIS! PENIS!
PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS!”
The phone rang only moments later.
“Miss. Can you refrain from screaming inappropriate body parts at 3 AM?”
I hung up.
“EW. WHATS THAT WHITE STUFF?”
“ICE CREAM…”
“CAN I EAT IT?”
“SURE!”
“GERARD! NO, YOU CAN NOT!”
“I LOVEEEEEEEE ICE CREAM THOUGH, YOU BITCH”
Wow, if Lucifer thought Roxie was messed up before, he hasn’t seen anything yet.
“ROXIE, GET OUT.”
“I WANT ICE CREAM!”
“GO ASK RAY. THIS IS OUR ICE CREAM.”
“BUT THAT ICE CREAM LOOKS CREAMY AND YUMMY!”
Your faces = O___O
The phone was ringing again.
“Can you refrain from screaming period?”
“PERIOD!” I yelped into the receiver.
10 minutes later, we we’re back in the cramped van.