fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [05/13].

Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.

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"Good call by the cashier," Summer nodded her approval. "Those cups are a very important Earth tradition."

Then Summer gave the pretense if thought, since she'd really only ever had watered down kegs and some times her mom's wine coolers. "Hmmm. Just surprise me. Maybe something sweetish?"

Peebee picked up one of the cups and squinted at it, trying to figure out what was so significant about them. "Huh," she said, shrugging, and turned her attention to the booze she had available.

Hmm, maybe some rum? And there was what looked like fruit syrup, that would do; she found a stirrer straw in the box, mixed everything up, and handed it over.

Don't mind the bartender occasionally sniffing at the liquor, okay?

Summer would probably be doing the same thing, really. "Thanks! It looks great!" And even if it didn't taste as good as it looked, Summer would pretend it did. She lifted her cup. "Cheers!"

Now this was more like it! Whoo! Party!

"Hey, you know what would be interesting? Do you know about the radio squirrels yet? We should make them little tiny drinks."

One, it would be cute. Two, it might entice them to report favorably on the party and spread word that Summer was awesome.

"Yeah, I heard about them," Peebee said, sounding the opposite of thrilled about it. "And I'm all for the idea if it gets them to leave me alone. Rodents reporting on everything I do, ugh."

No such luck there, Peebs, sorry.

"Wonder if we can get hold of tiny little cups?"

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "that's what I said! It's totally creepy, right? Little squirrel spies, and then there's a radio broadcast detailing what everyone did? That's weird. Like, hello, does privacy not exist on this Earth?"

She huffed about it a little, pouting and folding her arms over her chest. "But whatever. Mr. Stark said they can be bought with booze. So buy them we shall. I think I saw some Dixie cups in a cupboard over there."

She returned from checking a moment later, holding the small paper cups aloft with an air of victory. "Booyah! Squirrel cocktails, here we come. They're a little big, but I don't think we'll hear them complain."

"Bigger cocktails just means they'll get drunk faster, right?" asked Peebee in a sly tone, like this idea was gaining momentum for her. "Might be worth figuring out what kind of booze is their favorite. Ah, well. They can have a miniature cocktail buffet, and then we'll see what they liked the most."

Did this just turn into a science experiment? Maybe a little bit.

"Brilliant!" said Summer. Sneaky science! She wondered if Grampa Rick would approve.

..he would probably belch and tell her she was wasting her time and the squirrels probably all had rabies.

D'aw, she missed him.

"Do you have something to write down what works and what doesn't? There's no way I'll be able to remember all these drinks for all these adorable creepy alcoholic squirrel spies."

Sneaky science was the best kind, if you asked Peebee.

"I'll record it all to my omni-tool," she said. "Do you have an email address or anything I can send the data to?"

"It's, uh....summerrox, with an x, 13 at gmail," she said with a bit of reluctance. She was thirteen when she made it and hadn't bothered changing it every since. "Can't you just, I don't know, text it or something? What's an omni-tool anyway?"

Peebee wasn't going to judge, because later on Summer was going to get an email from "PBsthebest01." She activated her omni-tool, and an orange holographic interface materialized around her left forearm.

"Not the fanciest model," she said with a shrug, "but it works. Personal computer, communications device, occasional flashlight, minor 3D printing . . . so yep, text's pretty much how I'll be sending it to you."

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