Fifth floor common room, Tuesday night

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[Wait for OCD Have some pie!]

Comments

Re: watch the pie COME FLYING AT YOUR FACE!!!

[intraspective]

"I am a girl!" she retorted, flinging another pie--apple this time--at Sokka. "Of course I'd throw like one!"

Anyone who even thought of mentioning the pie in her hair was getting nailed with a pie. Oh yes.

Re: watch the pie COME FLYING AT YOUR FACE!!!

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

The pie hit him in the face. "Oooh, good choice," he told her, licking some of it away. "But really, these are better suited to ammunition." He tossed two banana creme pies at her, giving the pans a little spin so that they arced around and came at her from the sides.

Re: watch the pie COME FLYING AT YOUR FACE!!!

[intraspective]

Oh, yeah. Like that'd work. Not now that she was watching for it.

She, very simply, ducked. "Surely you can do better than that!"

And sent a banana creme pie flying at him.

Re: watch the pie COME FLYING AT YOUR FACE!!!

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka dove out of the way and threw a cherry pie, this time aiming a little lower.

Re: watch the pie COME FLYING AT YOUR FACE!!!

[intraspective]

It clipped her hip--oh, ew, that was going to stain wasn't it?--and quickly whipped two pies (one strawberry-rhubarb, the other chocolate) viciously at his torso.