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Pulling the dork along, Leilah kept that grin while almost tripping upon her own feet. Her short heels on the black shoes were making it harder to keep balance. Though she was able to pull them both into the middle of the room upon the music started to play.

The music was not anything you would hear in a 5-star aristocratic restaurant but at the same time it was not too rowdy. The tone was soft and was a bit more like a inspirational country song. 

There was no lyrics to this particular song. But only a soft tune that went though the bar. None of the other bar birds were really paying attention to it…except of course for Leilah and Alfons. She took his hands and slowly started to spin around sloppily. 

She tugged him quite unsteadily, but he managed to catch his own balance regardless of her rocking him. 

He stood confusingly, deviating his eyes awkwardly as the crowd looked in silence. Strangers, yes, but it can all can be avoided if he imagined the room with just the two of them. 

When the music started, Leilah made the first move by twirling both of them around like little children. Alfons smiled wider and wider until he burst into a soft laugh, “ahahahaha~” He shimmied his torso along his hips and moved his feet front and back, “zhis ist fun~” Accidentally he stepped on to one of her feet, “whoops..!”

The pace of the music starts go faster now, so his movement became more vigorous. The faster he danced the more he became hot, sweating to from his forehead and on his back. Then he let go of her hands to do an exaggeration of clogging;  using his heels to make audible percussive rhythms on the floor. He was a novice, so everything seemed awkward especially with his drunkenness. 


Leilah squealed out a little bit in pain as his shoe crushed upon her toes. Though it wasn’t that bad, at the moment in her inebriated state of course. She waved her hand forward a bit with a silly wide grin.

"Ohhhh don’t worry about it."

They spun around much more until the german man let go of her hands, which made her stumble a bit backwards. Alarmingly backwards as she laughed at Alfon’s dance moves while clapping along. She had no idea what would be behind her.

She slammed right into one of the biker men at the pool table, making the very muscular man fall down with the nurse. The music suddenly stopped as both of them got up from the floor. One less angry than the other. The bigger man proceeded to call her a bitch while Leilah was still smiling and seemed to be in a trance. 

"Ohhhh siirrrr sorry about that!~ Can’t help havvvinggg fun~"

Send me “Darling don’t cry.” And my muse will react to yours saying this and wiping away their tears after my muse got emotional over something. (Can be anything. Muns choice.)


Miss Point - Down by the Salley Garden JSK

I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 


Another peak at the upcoming comic. I’m looking forward on working on these characters and getting better at sfm. :’D




I know you need caffeine sometimes but don’t even fucking think about reaching for a RedBull or 5-Hour Energy. I will slap that shit out of your hand so quick you won’t know whatthefuck happened. Energy drinks are toxic and fucking expensive. Money doesn’t grow on trees; coffee does. Don’t waste your time in a fucking line and spend your hard earned cash on something you can make while you’re sleeping. Cold brewed coffee is also way less acidic, making this easier on your stomach. SO GRAB A CUP OF THIS SIMPLE SHIT AND SEIZE THE GODDAMN DAY.


¾ cup ground coffee (whatever you got is fine)

3 ½ cups cold water

Put the coffee grounds in the bottom of a large container. If you like coffee with some fucking bite, add another ¼ cup of grounds. Slowly pour the water over the grounds and stir. Make sure all the grounds get wet because sometimes there are weird dry pockets and then you’re just wasting fucking coffee. Let this sit in the fridge (or on your counter if its not too fucking hot in your place) overnight or for at least 10 hours. In the morning, strain that shit using a mesh strainer. You know, the ones that look like a screen door. If you have the time, strain one more time through a paper coffee filter to get out the last of the grounds (or don’t and just deal with a couple rogue grounds in your drink). Serve over ice and with some almond milk if that’s your thing.

Makes about 3 ½ cups of coffee (triple this recipe and keep the extra in the fridge all week)


Cold brew coffee is amazing, and once you have it, you may not go back to any other way.

I make it a lot, and I’ve found that a lighter roast, as well as beans from Kenya or Central America really bring out the most amazing flavours you’ve ever had.

Cold brew coffee can have these really complex fruit and floral, or chocolate and caramel flavours that we never even notice when we make it any other way.

Give it a try; I think you’ll like it.