Claire continued to dance along with R.J. Even though they were the only two dancing, it was kind of fun. Just stupid stuff they could do together.
That's when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and saw that Mason had tried to call her.
"Aw man," she said, checking the voicemail on the phone.
She listened carefully. Apparently, Mason would be picking her up much sooner than planned.
"Sorry," she said to R.J, "looks like I'm gonna have to go now. I'll see you later."
Claire gathered anything that might have belonged to her and made her way to the front door.
"Great party guys! Have a good night!"
She wasn't shouting at anyone in particular, but felt it was a good way to make her presence known. Claire stepped outside and saw Mason's car. She opened the door and climbed in.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Mom and Dad called. They changed their mind on the curfew."
"That's fucking ridiculous."
"I know, but I bet you'd rather not get grounded."
"Yeah. Still kind of unfair."
"You're young," Mason told her. "Everything is unfair."
Mason started the car and drove away. Claire hoped she didn't miss anything too important.
((Claire Monaghan continued You Can't Take the Sky From Me))
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R.J. waved to Claire as she left the party.
Rutherford was a bit bummed that his friend was leaving, but he was too buzzed to keep a sheepish grin off his face for too long. Especially since his best friend since kindergarten had just swooped his into the best bro-hug of all time. He heard a strange plastic noise behind them, but he didn't really care.
"Joey, you're my best friend too and all, but you're kinda *HURK*...breaking my spine."
As Joey tightened his grip on Rutherford, the skinnier boy gave a little chuckle. The boys were the same height, yet Rutherford felt like he was in space.
Rutherford was a bit bummed that his friend was leaving, but he was too buzzed to keep a sheepish grin off his face for too long. Especially since his best friend since kindergarten had just swooped his into the best bro-hug of all time. He heard a strange plastic noise behind them, but he didn't really care.
"Joey, you're my best friend too and all, but you're kinda *HURK*...breaking my spine."
As Joey tightened his grip on Rutherford, the skinnier boy gave a little chuckle. The boys were the same height, yet Rutherford felt like he was in space.
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Joey released the struggling R.J. He looked around at the room. His house looked so familiar, but so different. It was like he was seeing it through different eyes entirely. He turned around, stumbling ever so slightly. His eyes darted around.
He felt confused. Even a little nauseated, but he still felt good. Really good. He felt like he was floating, but also very heavy. His mind was racing, but his body was completely relaxed. He looked around for somebody else to talk to.
"Where the fuck is my boy, Travis?"
He turned back towards the kitchen.
"How YOU feeling?"
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Jaquilyn looked up towards the pill poppers. She was bored, and high people were always entertaining.
Out of nowhere, a can hit Travis in the head. Apparently, this party was really getting started now. Feeling excited by a little bit of chaos, she looked around for the thrower, ready to jump into the fight, and unsure which side se would be on.
Mallory the man had her hands cupped over her mouth, and Susan looked amused. There might have even been a hidden snicker in there.
She stood up and made her way towards the two. Susan whispered to Mallory, Jaquilyn grabbed a tostido chip from a bowl and tossed it in their direction. Travis probably didn't deserve the passive-aggressive can shot, and this bitch wasn't going to get away with it.
He felt confused. Even a little nauseated, but he still felt good. Really good. He felt like he was floating, but also very heavy. His mind was racing, but his body was completely relaxed. He looked around for somebody else to talk to.
"Where the fuck is my boy, Travis?"
He turned back towards the kitchen.
"How YOU feeling?"
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Jaquilyn looked up towards the pill poppers. She was bored, and high people were always entertaining.
Out of nowhere, a can hit Travis in the head. Apparently, this party was really getting started now. Feeling excited by a little bit of chaos, she looked around for the thrower, ready to jump into the fight, and unsure which side se would be on.
Mallory the man had her hands cupped over her mouth, and Susan looked amused. There might have even been a hidden snicker in there.
She stood up and made her way towards the two. Susan whispered to Mallory, Jaquilyn grabbed a tostido chip from a bowl and tossed it in their direction. Travis probably didn't deserve the passive-aggressive can shot, and this bitch wasn't going to get away with it.
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What. The Actual. Fuck.
It didn't hurt too much. Had it been a full can of beer, he'd probably be bleeding all over Joey's floor right now. However, "lucky" as he was, the stupid FUCK who had thrown a can at him for no reason had at least had the courtesy of drinking it.
...... "Almost, anyway", he realized as the last of the beer started dripping down his leg. The can was on its side, comfortably resting on his crotch where it had landed after hitting him square in the face.
Now, Travis had done his research, and he knew that people on Ecstacy had a tendency to be more forgiving and practically unable to feel anger. This was also how he knew that the E had NOT hit him yet. He was most definitely not happy. He looked over towards the perpetrator, and look who it was, the fucking ogre. Who was coming over to.... apologize, perhaps?
Ah, yes. She was. She started blabbering away, completely inconsistently. Sure, she hadn't meant to do it, according to her, but.... Wait... In the way of the trashcan? What!? This girl, who'd judged and talked shit about his smoking habits and who had just now thrown a can at him was saying it was.... his fault? From the other room, a voice echoed.
"Where the fuck is my boy, Travis?"
Travis barely reacted, staring straight at Mallory ranting with a tensed face, completely silent. Had it been Joe who threw the damn can, he'd been fine with it. A stupid friend doing a stupid thing. He'd been through much worse, which he'd laughed off. However, a complete stranger (whom he didn't even know the name of) who'd been rude, and insulting his habits, who, not to mention, seemed rather stupid, was a different matter. He didn't even know what she was doing. Was this it? Was this her poor excuse for an apology?
Joey stood in the doorframe, where continued to shout:
"How YOU feeling?"
Trav finally stopped glaring at the Juggernaut infront of him and looked over at Joey, still with a face displaying his dismay over what had just transpired. He quietly considered just dropping the whole thing, laughing it off and awaiting the effects of the MDMA, like he'd do any other time.
"Not too good, Joey."
He turned his eyes back to Mallory. This girl had not given him the apology he was hoping for, but he could still drop it. Laugh it off.
Travis threw up a wide grin. Maybe he could accept her apology after all, no matter how lackluster?
......
........
Nah.
"Fucking SASQUATCH over here needs to watch where she throws her fucking beercans..."
It didn't hurt too much. Had it been a full can of beer, he'd probably be bleeding all over Joey's floor right now. However, "lucky" as he was, the stupid FUCK who had thrown a can at him for no reason had at least had the courtesy of drinking it.
...... "Almost, anyway", he realized as the last of the beer started dripping down his leg. The can was on its side, comfortably resting on his crotch where it had landed after hitting him square in the face.
Now, Travis had done his research, and he knew that people on Ecstacy had a tendency to be more forgiving and practically unable to feel anger. This was also how he knew that the E had NOT hit him yet. He was most definitely not happy. He looked over towards the perpetrator, and look who it was, the fucking ogre. Who was coming over to.... apologize, perhaps?
Ah, yes. She was. She started blabbering away, completely inconsistently. Sure, she hadn't meant to do it, according to her, but.... Wait... In the way of the trashcan? What!? This girl, who'd judged and talked shit about his smoking habits and who had just now thrown a can at him was saying it was.... his fault? From the other room, a voice echoed.
"Where the fuck is my boy, Travis?"
Travis barely reacted, staring straight at Mallory ranting with a tensed face, completely silent. Had it been Joe who threw the damn can, he'd been fine with it. A stupid friend doing a stupid thing. He'd been through much worse, which he'd laughed off. However, a complete stranger (whom he didn't even know the name of) who'd been rude, and insulting his habits, who, not to mention, seemed rather stupid, was a different matter. He didn't even know what she was doing. Was this it? Was this her poor excuse for an apology?
Joey stood in the doorframe, where continued to shout:
"How YOU feeling?"
Trav finally stopped glaring at the Juggernaut infront of him and looked over at Joey, still with a face displaying his dismay over what had just transpired. He quietly considered just dropping the whole thing, laughing it off and awaiting the effects of the MDMA, like he'd do any other time.
"Not too good, Joey."
He turned his eyes back to Mallory. This girl had not given him the apology he was hoping for, but he could still drop it. Laugh it off.
Travis threw up a wide grin. Maybe he could accept her apology after all, no matter how lackluster?
......
........
Nah.
"Fucking SASQUATCH over here needs to watch where she throws her fucking beercans..."
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Mallory went over to apologize to Travis. Susan stayed put for the time being. This probably wasn't the time for her to get involved. Her presence was unlikely to win Mallory many points from her ex.
A few moments later, a chip flew in Susan's rough direction. It missed her, probably hindered by its bad aerodynamics, but it was enough to get Susan to glance around for the thrower. Judging by her position, Jacquilyn Locke seemed the most likely suspect. Susan cocked an eyebrow and shot Jacquilyn a little half smirk. Really, she couldn't begin to guess what was going through the girl's mind. Maybe she thought starting a food fight was a good idea or something, but Joey would be unlikely to appreciate his house being trashed.
And then, Travis started loudly making a scene, and Susan forgot about the food-throwing girl entirely as she quickly made her way to Mallory's side. Susan's friend didn't need that sort of nonsense, not at a party where she was supposed to be having fun. This was looking to be the start of the end of the good times. It was time to try to put things back on a good track.
"Calm down, Travis," Susan said quietly, keeping her expression as neutral as she could. Would this make him angrier? It was his problem if it did. She was trying to play peacemaker here.
"It was an accident. These things happen."
A few moments later, a chip flew in Susan's rough direction. It missed her, probably hindered by its bad aerodynamics, but it was enough to get Susan to glance around for the thrower. Judging by her position, Jacquilyn Locke seemed the most likely suspect. Susan cocked an eyebrow and shot Jacquilyn a little half smirk. Really, she couldn't begin to guess what was going through the girl's mind. Maybe she thought starting a food fight was a good idea or something, but Joey would be unlikely to appreciate his house being trashed.
And then, Travis started loudly making a scene, and Susan forgot about the food-throwing girl entirely as she quickly made her way to Mallory's side. Susan's friend didn't need that sort of nonsense, not at a party where she was supposed to be having fun. This was looking to be the start of the end of the good times. It was time to try to put things back on a good track.
"Calm down, Travis," Susan said quietly, keeping her expression as neutral as she could. Would this make him angrier? It was his problem if it did. She was trying to play peacemaker here.
"It was an accident. These things happen."
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The guy Mallory had hit with the beer can wasn't looking too cheery. Guess that made sense. Beer cans probably hurt. Mallory shifted uncomfortably as he glared at her. It wasn't like people being mad at her was new, but she didn't have to like it.
For some reason, some other girl threw a chip. ...Was she even aiming at the trashcan? It was the complete opposite direction. Mallory shifted her attention for a moment to stare at Chip-Throwing Girl with a bemused expression. Did she see the flying beer can and assume throwing things was a new game? That could be a good game. Set up enough trash cans and mannequin heads (safer than real people) and--
Okay, mind back to the present, Mal, this is not the time for inventing games. No matter how awesome they sound.
She focused back on the situation. The beer-canned guy, who Joey called Travis, put on a grin. Hooray! That meant all was forgiven, because smiles equaled forgiveness and--
...Sasquatch?
"You're a sasquatch!" Mallory countered angrily. It was not the best comeback out there. ...Okay, it was just terrible.
Mallory crossed her arms and started glaring back. Yes, she'd thrown a beer can and really did need to look where she was throwing them next time. He had a right to be grumpy about it. But she'd apologised and he just threw it back in her face, not to mention called her a sasquatch (she was many unflattering things, but she was not a mythical ape-man with giant feet) and that was just... douchey.
Mallory wanted to come back with a retort that wasn't painfully dumb, but all that came out were a couple of spluttery noises. Susan stepped in at about that time, though, and that felt pretty good. Someone having your back was always great, one of the best things ever. Mallory smiled for a moment despite the situation, although her expression quickly switched back to grumpy.
"Yeah, it was an accident, you jerk! I guess you're just too much of a... a..." Mallory struggled for words for a few moments before letting out an annoyed grunt. "Whatever, I guess your parents just didn't teach you how to accept apologies like a... non-dick."
That had been something her mother had hammered in at an early age. With such a large family crammed into a small house, arguments occurred a lot, and her mother always insisted on apologies afterwards. Replying to an apology with accusations of being a sasquatch at home would get her grounded.
For some reason, some other girl threw a chip. ...Was she even aiming at the trashcan? It was the complete opposite direction. Mallory shifted her attention for a moment to stare at Chip-Throwing Girl with a bemused expression. Did she see the flying beer can and assume throwing things was a new game? That could be a good game. Set up enough trash cans and mannequin heads (safer than real people) and--
Okay, mind back to the present, Mal, this is not the time for inventing games. No matter how awesome they sound.
She focused back on the situation. The beer-canned guy, who Joey called Travis, put on a grin. Hooray! That meant all was forgiven, because smiles equaled forgiveness and--
...Sasquatch?
"You're a sasquatch!" Mallory countered angrily. It was not the best comeback out there. ...Okay, it was just terrible.
Mallory crossed her arms and started glaring back. Yes, she'd thrown a beer can and really did need to look where she was throwing them next time. He had a right to be grumpy about it. But she'd apologised and he just threw it back in her face, not to mention called her a sasquatch (she was many unflattering things, but she was not a mythical ape-man with giant feet) and that was just... douchey.
Mallory wanted to come back with a retort that wasn't painfully dumb, but all that came out were a couple of spluttery noises. Susan stepped in at about that time, though, and that felt pretty good. Someone having your back was always great, one of the best things ever. Mallory smiled for a moment despite the situation, although her expression quickly switched back to grumpy.
"Yeah, it was an accident, you jerk! I guess you're just too much of a... a..." Mallory struggled for words for a few moments before letting out an annoyed grunt. "Whatever, I guess your parents just didn't teach you how to accept apologies like a... non-dick."
That had been something her mother had hammered in at an early age. With such a large family crammed into a small house, arguments occurred a lot, and her mother always insisted on apologies afterwards. Replying to an apology with accusations of being a sasquatch at home would get her grounded.
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Dropped like a hot potato. There was a thudding sound inside R.J.'s head, which he was pretty sure that no one else was hearing.
"Oooowwww, now I think I got a migraine."
He rubbed his forehead, feeling the warmth of what was possibly a fever. He vision was kinda blurred, so he reached for the glasses he kept hung around his shirt. Except they weren't there.
"Ssshhhhiiiitttt, I left them at home again..."
The young man sat up on the floor, one foot under his outstretched leg, and rubbed his eyes. He looked back behind him and saw that everyone was huddled close to each other. Wondering what the commotion was, he also walked over there.
"CRACK*
"Aw, goddammit, I stepped on a chip."
As R.J. wiped the chip off the bottom of shoe, he tried to pay attention to what everybody else looking at.
"You're a Sasquatch!"
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"What."
"Oooowwww, now I think I got a migraine."
He rubbed his forehead, feeling the warmth of what was possibly a fever. He vision was kinda blurred, so he reached for the glasses he kept hung around his shirt. Except they weren't there.
"Ssshhhhiiiitttt, I left them at home again..."
The young man sat up on the floor, one foot under his outstretched leg, and rubbed his eyes. He looked back behind him and saw that everyone was huddled close to each other. Wondering what the commotion was, he also walked over there.
"CRACK*
"Aw, goddammit, I stepped on a chip."
As R.J. wiped the chip off the bottom of shoe, he tried to pay attention to what everybody else looking at.
"You're a Sasquatch!"
...
"What."
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Joey stepped in front of Travis, not entirely sure what was happening, but seeing Travis angry had alerted Joey to a potential problem. He looked towards the other shouter, who looked flustered. Joey tried to diffuse, but really just had no idea of exactly what was happening. He opened his mouth to say something calming, but realized he couldn't given his lack of knowledge of the situation. His comforting and level headed voice he'd prepared turned back into a confused whispered.
"Yo, what's going on?"
There was a crunch. He looked over at Ruth who'd just stepped on a chip very far from the chip bowl, and very far from the trash. More confusion, somebody was probably just being sloppy already. He rolled his eyes at whoever wasn't keeping their shit together, and gave his little buddy a slightly condescending glance that asked, "really?"
He turned back to his fuming party guests and tried to keep his foggy head level. Susan seemed to be a bystander, maybe she could fill him in in an unbiased way.
"Heyo Susan, what happened?"
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Jaquilyn's chip landed far off from the girl. It figured, chips were't exactly baseballs, and it was a long throw. A couple yards was pretty off, but it seemed the point was made, even if it wasn't reacted to in any real way. Sasquatch 1 had given Jaquilyn a funny look, and she wasn't sure how to take it. She moved a little closer to the action, trying to see if anything was going to be made of it.
*CRACK*
aw fuck.
She turned to see Rutherford wiping the crumbs off the bottom of his shoe. Glancing back, she saw Joey hobble/stumble over to Travis and start a dazed interrogation.
The party was winding down in a sort of escalating way. Nobody was drinking very much, and she was hardly even socializing. She had her tequila, but she wasn't going to be the only drunk person at the party. Even if Sasquatch might have been a little off balance, Jaquilyn didn't feel comfortable getting wasted around this group of soft-core partiers. She'd have one more go at conversation, and see if anything interesting happened. Otherwise, she'd be off with her bottle to save for another, better party.
"Hey Baby Ruth, what's going on?'
"Yo, what's going on?"
There was a crunch. He looked over at Ruth who'd just stepped on a chip very far from the chip bowl, and very far from the trash. More confusion, somebody was probably just being sloppy already. He rolled his eyes at whoever wasn't keeping their shit together, and gave his little buddy a slightly condescending glance that asked, "really?"
He turned back to his fuming party guests and tried to keep his foggy head level. Susan seemed to be a bystander, maybe she could fill him in in an unbiased way.
"Heyo Susan, what happened?"
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Jaquilyn's chip landed far off from the girl. It figured, chips were't exactly baseballs, and it was a long throw. A couple yards was pretty off, but it seemed the point was made, even if it wasn't reacted to in any real way. Sasquatch 1 had given Jaquilyn a funny look, and she wasn't sure how to take it. She moved a little closer to the action, trying to see if anything was going to be made of it.
*CRACK*
aw fuck.
She turned to see Rutherford wiping the crumbs off the bottom of his shoe. Glancing back, she saw Joey hobble/stumble over to Travis and start a dazed interrogation.
The party was winding down in a sort of escalating way. Nobody was drinking very much, and she was hardly even socializing. She had her tequila, but she wasn't going to be the only drunk person at the party. Even if Sasquatch might have been a little off balance, Jaquilyn didn't feel comfortable getting wasted around this group of soft-core partiers. She'd have one more go at conversation, and see if anything interesting happened. Otherwise, she'd be off with her bottle to save for another, better party.
"Hey Baby Ruth, what's going on?'
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Travis could not help but give an awestruck chuckle at the sheer lack of... creativity... that Sasquatch had displayed. He was now utterly convinced that she was as dense as she was ugly. Like the rambling from earlier hadn't already told him that much.
And look who it was. Susan. The peacemaker. Telling him to calm down. He sighed and began looking down on his feet, wondering if she might have a point. His eyes wandered even further down, becoming fixed at the floor. A streak of remorse flashed past his features, if only for a second. Damnit. She had a point, didn't she? He'd even admitted it himself just a second ago. Had it been Joey who threw the can, he would've found it hilarious. Maybe he should just drop the whole thing?
Deep in thought, realizing he'd acted like a total dick, he didn't hear much of what Sasquatch began babbling about. Hell, he didn't really care. He might have been acting like a total bastard, but she was still an idiot as far as he was concerned. But a few words penetrated his inner thoughts...
"....Whatever, I guess your parents just didn't teach you how to accept apologies..."
... Ow.
That hit way harder than it should have. Maybe it was the weed or the alcohol making him emotional?
Either way, it caused his mind to drift away again, this time to a very different place, with no shame and no drugs and no bad behavior... None of that fucking shit. Back when they were still close... Mom... Dad...
"Yo, what's going on?"
And he was back. A bunch of people staring at him, awaiting his next response. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, taking a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was cry. NOT here, NOT infront of all these people. Not in front of Joey, not in front of Susan, and not because of some very basic attempt at an insult by fucking Sasquatch. It's not like it mattered. His parents were busy now. He got it. It was fine. He'd long since admitted it to himself. The reason he started living this less than optimal lifestyle was for... well, attention. But he'd grown to like it. He was not longer a little crybaby who wanted attention. He was Travis fucking Webster. The Party Animal. The Druggie. He wouldn't cry, because HE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
Instead of crying, his eyes shot up from the floor. He locked eyes with the dumb bitch. What had she said? How fucking dared she talk shit about his parents?
He was still smiling, but his eyes were radiating anger. He sighed, deeply, letting out a slight chuckle, completely drained of any good humor. His teeth tightly clenched, he silently growled:
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
And look who it was. Susan. The peacemaker. Telling him to calm down. He sighed and began looking down on his feet, wondering if she might have a point. His eyes wandered even further down, becoming fixed at the floor. A streak of remorse flashed past his features, if only for a second. Damnit. She had a point, didn't she? He'd even admitted it himself just a second ago. Had it been Joey who threw the can, he would've found it hilarious. Maybe he should just drop the whole thing?
Deep in thought, realizing he'd acted like a total dick, he didn't hear much of what Sasquatch began babbling about. Hell, he didn't really care. He might have been acting like a total bastard, but she was still an idiot as far as he was concerned. But a few words penetrated his inner thoughts...
"....Whatever, I guess your parents just didn't teach you how to accept apologies..."
... Ow.
That hit way harder than it should have. Maybe it was the weed or the alcohol making him emotional?
Either way, it caused his mind to drift away again, this time to a very different place, with no shame and no drugs and no bad behavior... None of that fucking shit. Back when they were still close... Mom... Dad...
"Yo, what's going on?"
And he was back. A bunch of people staring at him, awaiting his next response. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, taking a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was cry. NOT here, NOT infront of all these people. Not in front of Joey, not in front of Susan, and not because of some very basic attempt at an insult by fucking Sasquatch. It's not like it mattered. His parents were busy now. He got it. It was fine. He'd long since admitted it to himself. The reason he started living this less than optimal lifestyle was for... well, attention. But he'd grown to like it. He was not longer a little crybaby who wanted attention. He was Travis fucking Webster. The Party Animal. The Druggie. He wouldn't cry, because HE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
Instead of crying, his eyes shot up from the floor. He locked eyes with the dumb bitch. What had she said? How fucking dared she talk shit about his parents?
He was still smiling, but his eyes were radiating anger. He sighed, deeply, letting out a slight chuckle, completely drained of any good humor. His teeth tightly clenched, he silently growled:
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
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For a moment, it looked like Travis was going to back down. Susan knew that he could be reasonable when the mood struck him, but she also knew that sometimes he wasn't. When the look on his face solidified, she could tell exactly which one was on order for tonight, and she knew she didn't want to deal with that. She really didn't want Mallory to have to deal with that. The girl just didn't get some things, and it wouldn't be good if she alienated the whole party. Her decision to return fire was already pushing her in that direction, especially since she had been the aggressor, accidental or not.
"Mallory missed the trash can and beaned Travis," Susan explained to Joey, who'd come over and asked her what was going on. She wanted to keep her summary accurate and objective. Joey was the host. Getting on his bad side meant getting tossed out, probably. Things seemed to be rolling in that direction a little too quickly for comfort, all things considered. Susan was very used to crazy parties. Hostile ones, not so much.
Time to calm stuff down. It seemed pretty obvious that Travis wasn't the angle to approach things from, since she'd given her best effort and it hadn't accomplished jack. Susan was tempted to just cut in with a quip and lead Mallory away, but she could only remember the first half of Obi-Wan's line from the bar scene, and she wasn't sure calling Travis little was the right way to go anyways. That meant she'd have to be a bit more serious, which wasn't her style quite as much, but it'd do.
"Hey," she said softly, turning to Mallory. "Let's just go sit down."
Turning back to the assembled crowd, she added, "I think we've all had a little too much to drink. Mallory and I can go chill. Sorry we bothered you."
She turned and took a step towards a couch, then glanced back. Susan really hoped Mallory would follow. Now that she thought about it, how much beer had Mallory gone through? Susan had brought O'Doul's specifically because she could chug them all night, but what had Mallory been drinking? Susan hadn't really been paying too much attention to what her friend had been doing, and now she was starting to regret it.
She crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping that this would just blow over and they could all go back to having fun.
"Mallory missed the trash can and beaned Travis," Susan explained to Joey, who'd come over and asked her what was going on. She wanted to keep her summary accurate and objective. Joey was the host. Getting on his bad side meant getting tossed out, probably. Things seemed to be rolling in that direction a little too quickly for comfort, all things considered. Susan was very used to crazy parties. Hostile ones, not so much.
Time to calm stuff down. It seemed pretty obvious that Travis wasn't the angle to approach things from, since she'd given her best effort and it hadn't accomplished jack. Susan was tempted to just cut in with a quip and lead Mallory away, but she could only remember the first half of Obi-Wan's line from the bar scene, and she wasn't sure calling Travis little was the right way to go anyways. That meant she'd have to be a bit more serious, which wasn't her style quite as much, but it'd do.
"Hey," she said softly, turning to Mallory. "Let's just go sit down."
Turning back to the assembled crowd, she added, "I think we've all had a little too much to drink. Mallory and I can go chill. Sorry we bothered you."
She turned and took a step towards a couch, then glanced back. Susan really hoped Mallory would follow. Now that she thought about it, how much beer had Mallory gone through? Susan had brought O'Doul's specifically because she could chug them all night, but what had Mallory been drinking? Susan hadn't really been paying too much attention to what her friend had been doing, and now she was starting to regret it.
She crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping that this would just blow over and they could all go back to having fun.
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ViolentMedic
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Travis was still angry. What was up with that? And why was everyone clustering? It wasn't like everything was that cranky--okay, they were, but it wasn't going to turn into a punch-up because Mallory just didn't do punch-ups. They were pointless and just got people in trouble, they weren't fun like football.
And why was he asking what Mallory said about his parents? Hadn't he'd been listening?
Mallory ignored Susan's attempt to get her to sit down. She didn't need to sit down, she wasn't drunk. Tipsy, sure, but not drunk or else she wouldn't be standing.
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
Mallory had realised halfway through her babble that she was probably making things worse.
"Uh. I mean... We cool?" she added nervously, taking a step backwards and attempting to follow Susan in a casual 'yep, there's no anger here' kind of way.
And why was he asking what Mallory said about his parents? Hadn't he'd been listening?
Mallory ignored Susan's attempt to get her to sit down. She didn't need to sit down, she wasn't drunk. Tipsy, sure, but not drunk or else she wouldn't be standing.
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
Mallory had realised halfway through her babble that she was probably making things worse.
"Uh. I mean... We cool?" she added nervously, taking a step backwards and attempting to follow Susan in a casual 'yep, there's no anger here' kind of way.
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Un-Persona†
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Joey looked at R.J. with a rather coy look. He looked back at him with a "Shit, man, already." However goosebumps were forming on the boy's back. He stared at Travis, who until this point, looked like a pretty chill guy. There was just this look on his face that seemed like he was ready to actually hurt somebody. And...were those tears? He couldn't tell, but there seamed to be a gleam coming off his face. Mallory and Susan tried to talk to him, but it didn't look like it was working. In fact it was
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
...Well this didn't seem like it was gonna go well.
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
Seeing as how Joey looked like he was on a different planet, and it didn't look like Susan and Mallory were able to help themselves, It dawned on R.J. that maybe he should play peacemaker here. He barely heard Jaquilyn talking to him, beyond the Baby Ruth part.
"I really wish she would stop calling me that..."
He tried to walk over to Travis, talk to him, see if he could be reasoned. But then randomness had to be a little jerk...
"H-hey, are you all right ma---"
R.J. seemed to have slipped on a can, creating another loud thudding inside his head.
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
...Well this didn't seem like it was gonna go well.
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
Seeing as how Joey looked like he was on a different planet, and it didn't look like Susan and Mallory were able to help themselves, It dawned on R.J. that maybe he should play peacemaker here. He barely heard Jaquilyn talking to him, beyond the Baby Ruth part.
"I really wish she would stop calling me that..."
He tried to walk over to Travis, talk to him, see if he could be reasoned. But then randomness had to be a little jerk...
"H-hey, are you all right ma---"
R.J. seemed to have slipped on a can, creating another loud thudding inside his head.
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umop-ap!sdn†
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Joey was getting flustered. While normally, he would be frustrated and angry, he could only feel confusion now. Travis was being loud, Mallory was being loud, Susan didn't seem to be helping, and Ruth was just eating shit everywhere. It wasn't quite chaos, but things seemed to be heading in a poor direction. At least there were few enough people at the party to keep it contained, and chances of a noise complaint were next to none.
"Pum quich saxaid zaxat vech paxalonks toaxast zoil gids keew vaxannols pi zaxat yeuls efvieusrupp idniz, focaxauso axaccoptick axaperegios dis Vaxannols Ms pi keew paxalonks toaxast zaxat skit. Ug gned, axaperegios, peniz stod um yeep veuth burr, haxatovol. Ovon Pum gned zaxat. Whorr, dit waxas whaxammolow dinke vo hon Pum waxas, riko, zloo. Beep. Jet dimpeltaxank, zo oxaxand axago, fut waxaupp fobelo haxatovol axago ug axalo unropt ug whaxad yeep klewth spult lidicureusrupp oaxalrupp--waxait"
Huh?
"... Haxat waxas zaxat ug saxaid axafuk vupp paxalonks, Saxasquaxatst?"
Joey Polpetta plopped himself down and just took to watching. His body was warm, and his head was foggy. In fact, it felt like his conscience was swimming in a pool of his thoughts. A very warm pool. And his fingertips felt like they were being grazed by all the pleasantries of the word. He watched his hand glide back and forth on the couch's surface while Ruth struggled to get up a few feet away. Nobody was making sense, but he could entertain himself.
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Baby Ruth walked away from Jaquilyn's question. She scoffed and looked back to the action. It had escalated to a point where even Susan was trying to work damage control.
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
Mallory's face changed as Susan's words hit her.
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
Jaquilyn turned sideways to slide past Baby Ruth. Maybe she could get through to Travis. Even Jaquilyn could see that this was a misunderstanding. She stopped short as Ruth slipped on the can. She didn't have time to see if he was alright, Travis looked ready to blow.
She only managed to get out an apologetic, "Look out! Sorry!" as she stepped over the clumsy boy.
As she neared the boy about to unleash the beast, she felt herself grow afraid. She'd never seen anybody so pissed before. She swallowed her fear and forcefully put her hand on his chest.
Trying to speak as calmly as possible, she began trying to talk him down. "She didn't mean it Trav, don't mind her. She's just saying words."
She could feel his heart pounding through his chest.
Oh no.
"Pum quich saxaid zaxat vech paxalonks toaxast zoil gids keew vaxannols pi zaxat yeuls efvieusrupp idniz, focaxauso axaccoptick axaperegios dis Vaxannols Ms pi keew paxalonks toaxast zaxat skit. Ug gned, axaperegios, peniz stod um yeep veuth burr, haxatovol. Ovon Pum gned zaxat. Whorr, dit waxas whaxammolow dinke vo hon Pum waxas, riko, zloo. Beep. Jet dimpeltaxank, zo oxaxand axago, fut waxaupp fobelo haxatovol axago ug axalo unropt ug whaxad yeep klewth spult lidicureusrupp oaxalrupp--waxait"
Huh?
"... Haxat waxas zaxat ug saxaid axafuk vupp paxalonks, Saxasquaxatst?"
Joey Polpetta plopped himself down and just took to watching. His body was warm, and his head was foggy. In fact, it felt like his conscience was swimming in a pool of his thoughts. A very warm pool. And his fingertips felt like they were being grazed by all the pleasantries of the word. He watched his hand glide back and forth on the couch's surface while Ruth struggled to get up a few feet away. Nobody was making sense, but he could entertain himself.
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Baby Ruth walked away from Jaquilyn's question. She scoffed and looked back to the action. It had escalated to a point where even Susan was trying to work damage control.
"I just said that most parents teach their kids good manners and that yours obviously didn't, because accepting apologies is Manners 101 and good parents teach that shit. You know, apologies, don't chew with your mouth full, whatever. Even I know that. Hell, it was hammered into me when I was, like, three. Four. Not important, the exact age, but way before whatever age you are unless you had your growth spurt ridiculously early--wait."
Mallory's face changed as Susan's words hit her.
"... What was that you said about my parents, Sasquatch?"
Jaquilyn turned sideways to slide past Baby Ruth. Maybe she could get through to Travis. Even Jaquilyn could see that this was a misunderstanding. She stopped short as Ruth slipped on the can. She didn't have time to see if he was alright, Travis looked ready to blow.
She only managed to get out an apologetic, "Look out! Sorry!" as she stepped over the clumsy boy.
As she neared the boy about to unleash the beast, she felt herself grow afraid. She'd never seen anybody so pissed before. She swallowed her fear and forcefully put her hand on his chest.
Trying to speak as calmly as possible, she began trying to talk him down. "She didn't mean it Trav, don't mind her. She's just saying words."
She could feel his heart pounding through his chest.
Oh no.
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A whole lot of shit was going down. Joey was slumped down on the ground - probably tripping balls - and the blonde kid he'd seen earlier had come over to try and intervene. The fact that he'd instead fallen on his ass while doing so would have amused Travis during normal circumstances but... Sigh...
Not to mention that a whole bunch of kids had gathered around them.
"Were they cool?" Sasquatch had asked. Fuck. No. He was not cool. Even in the literal sense of the word. As a matter of fact, he was burning up. His heart was pumping harder and faster than ever. He didn't look away for a second, keeping his eyes fixed on Sasquatch and her stupid ugly mug. He wanted to hit her. With all of his fiery drug-fueled anger, he really wanted to punch her. Granted, he'd never really fought someone before, minus a few scuffles on the playground. He didn't really know how to fight either.
But the drugs and alcohol in Travis Webster's system wouldn't let such logic take hold. As a matter of fact, all Travis could think of at that moment was how fast his heart was beating and how angry he was at the person in front of him.
Jaqui came up to him and tried soothing him. She put her hand on his chest and tried to talk him down. His eyes turned to her. The glare he had put on softened a bit, but his heart kept pounding.
"I know she's just saying fucking words, Jaqui..."
He looked over at Sasquatch again.
"I'm sorry, Jaqui. I can't..."
He suddenly realized he was still clutching his fists, to the point that his knuckles had become white. As he let go, he could feel his hands shaking. God, it had to be the adrenaline.
Or the drugs?
Or a mixture of the two?
Then, he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. He couldn't believe this girl.
"No. No, we're not cool, you fucking bitch."
))A whole lot of shit was going down. Joey was slumped down on the ground - probably tripping balls - and the blonde kid he'd seen earlier had come over to try and intervene. The fact that he'd instead fallen on his ass while doing so would have amused Travis during normal circumstances but... Sigh...
Not to mention that a whole bunch of kids had gathered around them.
"Were they cool?" Sasquatch had asked. Fuck. No. He was not cool. Even in the literal sense of the word. As a matter of fact, he was burning up. His heart was pumping harder and faster than ever. He didn't look away for a second, keeping his eyes fixed on Sasquatch and her stupid ugly mug. He wanted to hit her. With all of his fiery drug-fueled anger, he really wanted to punch her. Granted, he'd never really fought someone before, minus a few scuffles on the playground. He didn't really know how to fight either.
But the drugs and alcohol in Travis Webster's system wouldn't let such logic take hold. As a matter of fact, all Travis could think of at that moment was how fast his heart was beating and how angry he was at the person in front of him.
Jaqui came up to him and tried soothing him. She put her hand on his chest and tried to talk him down. His eyes turned to her. The glare he had put on softened a bit, but his heart kept pounding.
"I know she's just saying fucking words, Jaqui..."
He looked over at Sasquatch again.
"I'm sorry, Jaqui. I can't..."
He suddenly realized he was still clutching his fists, to the point that his knuckles had become white. As he let go, he could feel his hands shaking. God, it had to be the adrenaline.
Or the drugs?
Or a mixture of the two?
Then, he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. He couldn't believe this girl.
"No. No, we're not cool, you fucking bitch."
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Nobody was calming down. More than that, Susan realized that nobody wanted to calm down, except maybe Mallory. That didn't really help at all, because her friend didn't have the social sense to realize that she was just escalating stuff further. Susan was cool with trying to defuse stuff, cool with trying to help everyone have fun, cool with saying some nice little nothings if she had to, but this was just too much. She came to parties to cut loose, not to be the voice of reason when her ex and one of her friends were about to come to have a spat. She'd tried. It'd been an honest effort, but it'd failed.
Too bad.
"I'm going to go sit down," she said. "I'm feeling a little woozy."
Okay, so she couldn't just walk away without throwing Mallory one last line, one last chance to just stop digging herself into a deeper hole. It took a little fib, but that was alright. She didn't care who it distracted right now. Maybe Mallory would come with her, maybe Travis would change his mind and try to be nice, maybe everyone would ignore her and she could just put her head down for a little and let it blow over. It didn't look like it was going to be anything other than a shouting match. Susan knew that was how Mallory and Travis reacted, and most likely Mallory would be happier ranting to her after it was done than having her hovering around trying to stop the inevitable.
So Susan didn't even wait this time, just wound her way over to a couch and plopped down on it. She tried to focus on the music. She wondered whether she could surreptitiously turn it up enough to drown out the argument. That'd help the party get its good vibes back.
Too bad.
"I'm going to go sit down," she said. "I'm feeling a little woozy."
Okay, so she couldn't just walk away without throwing Mallory one last line, one last chance to just stop digging herself into a deeper hole. It took a little fib, but that was alright. She didn't care who it distracted right now. Maybe Mallory would come with her, maybe Travis would change his mind and try to be nice, maybe everyone would ignore her and she could just put her head down for a little and let it blow over. It didn't look like it was going to be anything other than a shouting match. Susan knew that was how Mallory and Travis reacted, and most likely Mallory would be happier ranting to her after it was done than having her hovering around trying to stop the inevitable.
So Susan didn't even wait this time, just wound her way over to a couch and plopped down on it. She tried to focus on the music. She wondered whether she could surreptitiously turn it up enough to drown out the argument. That'd help the party get its good vibes back.