fandomhighdorms | Summer's Superbowl/Puppybowl Party; Second Floor Common Room, Sunday [02/04].

Thank god for Google. Summer, not currently living in a house of mostly males or currently attached to a boyfriend, hadn't done a very good job of keeping up with football this season, but it took all of two seconds to look up how to decorate for the party. It wasn't that she didn't like football; it was alright and she found herself getting into the games when she did watch it, she just usually didn't care. But she couldn't pass up the chance to throw another party, no matter how indifferent she was on the subject matter.

So the decorations were up, the pizzas and snacks spread out, and the main TV was set up for the actual Superbowl game and the pregame stuff. And then she'd managed to drag up another TV from somewhere else and set up a separate area of the room for the better Puppybowl game, which she hooked up to be played in rotation with occasional check-ins on the Fish Bowl and the Kitten Bowl.

Food. Drinks. Men in tight pants on one side, adorable animals on the other side. Seriously. How could she not have done this? Even if no one else showed up, she was still going to have a good time.

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"Hey, it'll be good to have..." Summer passed her eyes over her offerings, "something healthy? A vegan option? Variety is the spice of a good party spread?"

"I guess so?" Norman cast a thoughtful look over the party food offerings, and then shrugged and gestured toward the chips. "I mean, it's hard to go wrong with those, though. And hey, if nobody goes for the carrot sticks, at least this means there's extra dip."

He didn't seem too terribly interested in the buffalo wings. You never knew when something was going to take exception to you eating part of it.

"Exactly," Summer agreed with a nod. "Who doesn't love more dip?"

Briefly, she bit her lip, suddenly wondering if she'd brought enough. But no, it was fine. Totally fine.

"So, uh, yay, football. Party. Dips. You, uh, rooting for anyone?"

"The puppies, mostly," Norman admitted, reaching down to snag a celery stick before abandoning the fruit tray to the mercies of the other partygoers. "I never really was all that big on sports. That was my sister's job. Kind of. She was a cheerleader when she was in school."

And he was the kid who had been bullied by the bigger kids. So.

A cheerleader sister. One that Summer could easily assume was way more popular than her dorky younger brother.

If he was paying particular attention, Norman might have noticed Summer's eyes narrowing slightly as her significant overestimation of herself caused her to be struck once more with a natural urge to just give him shit and make life difficult for him, and then her reminding herself that Norman didn't deserve a Morty treatment although, let's face it, all evidence pointed to the fact that he was almost exactly like Morty but thankfully a million times less perverted.

(Everyone was a million times less perverted than Morty).

And then said the only thing she could think to say, which was a pretty lame, "A cheerleader, huh?"

At least she'd never been a cheerleader, right?

Oooookay. There was really no escaping Summer's weird 'I'm already judging you' thing, was there? Even talking about Courtney was getting some odd reactions out of her.

"You don't like cheerleaders or something?"

One of these days, he was going to roll out some of his patented dry snark. But at this point in the game, he still wasn't convinced Summer deserved it.

"I mean," Summer couldn't help snorting a little, "they're okay, I guess. Just never really my thing."

Translation: she was too afraid that she'd be rejected that she never bothered trying out, and it seemed cooler to be 'above it' anyway.

"I was kinda into volleyball and soccer for a bit, but I kinda quit that, too."

Because doing stuff like that meant people expected things from you.

And there she realized, just a little bit, another reason why Norman rubbed her the wrong way so far. He just reminded her of so, so many things she was so, so desperate to just get away from.

Norman tilted his head a little, considering that. There was something in all of that that he was having trouble picking out. A fear that he'd given up on having years ago, maybe.

She cared too much about what people thought of her, maybe, and he'd given up on that back when his Grandma had died.

"Well... what do you like, then? Parties, sure. Everyone likes those."

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