*rolls*

straight-no-chaser:

mollygoodgolly:

*still rolling*

… [Sits up from the couch blearily and stares at her for a moment before laughing under his breath.] Molls— you’re— drunk. Gimme your keys.

*stops on her side to dig into her pockets*

*realizes she doesn’t have any, before scrambling to her knees*

Oh-oh my goddess Chase, someone…someone stole my pockets!

*patting the sides of her dress, still looking for them*

Why-why would anyone do that?! Stealing pockets! ;-;