.picture prompt.

[mare_liberum]

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three).
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

link to an image
<a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

embed image
<img src=IMAGEURL>

Comments

Closed to Diaz

[suchanormaltime]

Setting 1, Setting 2, Reaction, Premise,

ooc

[pop_of_color]

GOD ALL OF THESE ARE SO GOOD.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

#4?????

Re: ooc

[suchanormaltime]

[They're sitting at their usual bar, circling one of the tables close enough to the counter to call for refills. The others had wandered off; Peralta being stupid and Boyle following like a baby chic behind him. It leaves only Amy and Rosa left at the table.

She's already had a lot to drink and feels the words slip from her lips before she's able to stop them. Drunk or not, she'll always be trying to prove a point. It's who she is.]

Yeah. I don't have to always follow the rules.

One time when I was in high school. I stole panties. Right off the rack at the store.

[She pauses and then frowns.]

Okay, I went back and paid for them but I can still act out.

[pop_of_color]

[Rosa lets out a loud and audible sigh. Why can't she just drink in silence the way she wants? Why must everyone feel the compulsion to speak? For no reason?

She flicks her gaze over at Amy, brows barely lifting, as she waits for the backtracking comment .. and .. there it is. She blinks, disinterested.]

Like that time you got us kicked out of here because you threw your glass and broke all of Hank's shit?

[suchanormaltime]

I'm- Yes. Just like that time.

[She smiles, obviously drunk and proud of herself.]

It all worked out in the end. We're back here. Partying it up. [She moves like she's going to dance though it just looks very very dumb.]

So let's party Rosa!

[pop_of_color]

He wouldn't let us back in here for like, two months.

[Rosa watches Amy and judges. Very hard.]

All right, Eddie Murphy. What should we do first?

[suchanormaltime]

Hey, that was fun... sort of.

[Amy grimaces, looking a little disappointed in herself. She hates being bad at anything, more so when it's obvious that those around her excel at those tasks.

She takes a healthy swig of her beer and then sets it down on the table with a loud thud.] Let's do your kind of fun.

[Amy is more than over compensating but she's determined.]

Drunk paint ball!

[pop_of_color]

Getting kicked out of Shaw's was fun. [Less a question and more a repeating of what Amy just said, because it makes absolutely no fucking sense.]

Are you sure you can handle that? I mean, we're talking straight up getting pelted with little paint balls, not joining the Stapling Olympics.