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Trying to forget about the school year [log]
Who: Anyone who might have seen or heard about this post
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
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As a result, she's too busy cackling like a moron to dodge either cupcake. the first biffs her in the face, and the second gets caught in her hair as she tries to avoid it.
She doesn't actually notice the latter. ]
Hey! No fair! You're banned from cupcakes, find your own missiles!
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[ She goes for the sassy hairflip (tm) and... get splatted in the face by the cupcake suspended in her hair.
LIFE IS PAIN. ]
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[Roxy has cracked the fuck up at this point, and is having trouble standing up, leaning on the nearby table.]