MagnaCartaXVI

   {{ :bulletred: ll DRABBLE. Practicing faster story paces, more light-hearted pieces an' stuff. Gomen. Rated...T? If you're new to this, simply imagine that the person speaking is "YOU". YOU are the one who acts YOU are the one who feels YOU are the main character YOUR NAME is what you put in the "______", m' kay? ^^ }} Serca x SlightlyDrunk!Reader Inebriated.   Drunk. Maybe wasted. No, my thought process was clear. As clear as normal London skies. But yeah, still functioning.   A brunette I vaguely remember reaches out with her spindly fingers and spins a bottle. Nope, nothing inside. Too bad, but I probably had enough with the wa

           You followed Grell's orders, walking up to the center of the room and placing your hand inside the bright red purse. After feeling around for a moment you come upon something easily recognizable. You lift it out of the handbag and look at it. "A toy spider. Whose is this?" "It's mine of course." Alois scoffed at your question. "You can keep that. I don't want it back. Think of it as a sort of charity." He grinned at you sarcastically. "Why are we still standing out here anyway? I want to get inside the closet, like five minutes ago." He grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you off to the closet. "Okay, let's do this." Grell foll