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Summer Smith ([personal profile] somethingwithturquoise) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2018-02-04 08:40 am

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.

[[ocd is coming touchdown!]]
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Re: Arrive and Mingle - 02/04.

[personal profile] always_someone 2018-02-04 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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Re: Arrive and Mingle - 02/04.

[personal profile] always_someone 2018-02-05 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)

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."