Bobby
House Westbrook 
House Wolff 
White Ridge, Asairde 

When Tobias missed, Willard nearly fell out his seat laughing. He laughed because he missed the shot, but he also laughed at Wes' reaction to him missing the shot. Willard was sprawled out with his leg over the side of his chair and his head practically in Thierou's lap, trying not to run out of oxygen. Wes screamed a whole string of expletives as he kicked at the dirt then pushed Tobias over in the snow after he'd fallen to his knees. "You missed it by an mile, Tobias! I thought your sweaty baby fingers would be the problem, but all along it's your goddamn eyes!" 

Charlotte ran over to pick up the dagger that Tobias launched in the snow. Her thick maroon cloak was trimmed in white fur, and the color of her cheeks matched the deep red of the fabric. They'd been out there for a while. If they made this much noise in the house, Alexandria Wolff would chase them out with a broom anyway. She walked over just as Taedra came to bring them the goat piss. Wes put his hand out for it, but Charlotte held it close to her chest. "For Toby's sake, I think I'll hold on to this until a little later." Wes rolled his eyes then snatched the drink from Taedra. "If the last shot were left to me, you two would be drinking these and you know it." Charlotte scoffed, "Enough of your stalling, brother. Drink." 

Willard caught his breath enough to sit up at the edge of his seat, "This is the exact outcome everyone was hoping for." Wes glared at Tobias before he brought the glass to his lips to knock the thing back in an attempt not to taste it. The drink ran down his face, over his own black, and onto the snow. The majority unfortunately made its way down his throat, and after he'd finished he kneeled over and made a disgusting retching noise that sent Charlotte sprinting to the other side of their game area- towards Willard and Thierou.
Harold
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House Westbrook
House Wolff
White Ridge, Asairde

Willard lost his shit as well, and his new angle found his head in Thierou's lap. The oldest Westbrook took the opportunity to shove his flask into Willard's hand, encouraging him to keep the buzz going and the cold away. Charlotte flounced off to retrieve the dagger, and Taedra beamed to her eldest brother, obviously proud to see their middle sibling shoved over in the snow. 

"It's not my fault you frozen fucks live in the windiest fucking part of Asairde!" Toby protested, but only verbally. He was laying on his back in the snow, arms outstretched to either side and making no effort to move. 

"Want me to bury you there, Tob?" Thierou asked, and moved his gaze from his brother to Charlotte as she made her way back to their camp on the sidelines. When he and Willard had lost, they'd snatched all the unused bits of clothing and basically made a nest of their chairs. When the dark haired Wolff heiress got close Thierou reached out for her, taking her hand and pulling her down into his lap, forcing Willard to make the decision to either move his head or be face to face with his sisters ass. 

"And what prizes do us first losers get?" He asked, trying not to snort at Wes' retching.
Bobby
House Westbrook 
House Wolff 
White Ridge, Asairde 

Willard took the flask happily from Theirou. He wasn't especially fond of drinking to excess, but tonight he was willing to let loose because Wes lost and that was always grounds for celebrating. He opened the cap and took a large swig before he let his arm hang, the bottom of the flask sat in the snow. A semi-brilliant accident. He just stayed there laughing at Wes dry heaving, knowing full well if he didn't stop drinking soon he would be the next one doing that. 

Charlotte laughed from behind the chairs at Toby's excuse, "Oh! It was the wind that did it? Did you hear that, Taedra? I thought they were just drunk and possibly blind." She wasn't expecting Thierou to grab her, so when he did she yelped and fell onto his lap. Willard didn't seem to care that Charlotte was nearly sitting on him, but when Wes kicked snow on Tobias when he was laying in the snow with his arms stretched out, he decided he'd help Tobias out by rolling out the chair and throwing a snowball at Wes.

Charlotte looked over at Thierou, "Mocked for eternity?" She playfully flicked his nose then reached back for the flask Willard left in the snow. She took a sip then handed it back to him. "There are no prizes for any sort of failure at White Ridge," She said with a laugh as she stood up. "Even if it's to me," She shrugged then ran over to Wes and Willard because of course Wes was taking the snowball fight too seriously and absolutely destroying a very drunk Willard.