Sixth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening [WARREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!]

[longislandiceme]

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

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Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You sound like you've played this before," Alex said, amused. "Fifty points if you hit Emma."

Alex liked to live dangerously, oh yes. Plus, she hadn't brought him anything back from New York. Travesty!

Re: Presents!

[wwiii]

"Oh, I don't know," Warren said, glancing Emma's way. "I'm a fan of breathing."

Which was to say, he was totally a chicken, yes.

Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Come on, she'd never know it was you." Alex was a fan of wishful thinking. "And I'd have your back!"

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[wwiii]

"Only if I can pass the gun to you the moment she turns around. I have a lot of back to watch, you know."

And Alex would likely be seeing the full span of it if Warren had to make an emergency leap out an open window if he got caught.

Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"All riiiiiight," Alex agreed, smirking at Warren. "She won't smack me. She likes me too much."

That was probably not right.

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[wwiii]

This really, really couldn't possibly end well.

"Marshmallows, then? I can't do anything without the ammunition."

And he was officially exempt from putting forth the effort it took to get things, since it was his birthday and all.

Re: Presents!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," Alex said, going about searching through the cabinets until he finally found a nice, unopened pack. "Here we go. A nice fresh pack of marshmallows. People who want s'mores will hate us when they discover they're gone."

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[wwiii]

"Oh, it isn't as though they'll be difficult to replace," Warren laughed. "I'll get a whole case, if people are really that upset."

Rich kid alert. Sorry, Alex.

"So, just pop the marshmallow in here... And then aim and shoot?" He did just that, and then tried it out. It did a spectacular puffed sugar ricochet off of the wall, and landed in the sink.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You got it," Alex said, clapping Warren on the shoulder and moving to stand behind him. He didn't need to get winged by a marshmallow.