OMG YOU LOSERS JUST GO TALK IN PERSON I HATE YOU

[windsocks]

... dave?
are you still in the house?

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[ticktocks]

whoa what hahaha ok why cant i answer it
you faifraid of what im gonna suggest
hat are youe vne thinking aout dude

[windsocks]

you're the one bringing it up in the first place!

[ticktocks]

heayh but youre the one getting al freaked out about it
whatyou got in midn john are yout thinkin dirty thgouhts about me
who am i kdiding of course you are

[windsocks]

SHUT UP DAVE YOU ARE DRUNK.

[ticktocks]

hahahaha omg
u want it its written alloevr your capslcock
LOL
*CAPS LOCK
jeus didck i really am drunk

[windsocks]

you really are!
and it isn't funny any more!
so shut up!

[ticktocks]

no its still pretyt funny im crakcing up over here
gonn need some emotional suprort for al this mad loling imd oign

[windsocks]

yeah, ha ha ha!
that's just great for you then!

god, you are such an ass.

[ticktocks]

why are yous o mad gezus

[windsocks]

because fuck off.
fuck off is why.

[ticktocks]

rude
ok htats it im ocing out there for real hsi time
you better run egebrrt im COMING for u
right
nwow

[windsocks]

yeah right.
enjoy your shitty crowded couch you drunken jerk.

[That's when he casually absconds to "go to the bathroom." And just heads out straight to the front lawn.

With any luck, he can keep Dave running in circles.]

[ticktocks]

[ he really is going this time! he stumbles his way from the living room to the hall and actually stops to ask for directions to the back yard so he can get there without, in fact, getting lost.

and while he's on his way there he looks down to text John with more stupid, drunken warnings of his impending approach, and ends up running full-body into someone in the hall. not hard enough to knock anyone over, but enough to warrant a verbal "oof." ]

Yo, my bad, I—oh heyyy, the fuck do you know. I toldja I was comin' for you, dude.

[windsocks]

[Yeah, 'cept it totally jammed his glasses into the bridge of his nose.]

Ow... [He rubs the offended area, looking red-faced and slightly panicked.] Dammit, Dave! Why couldn't you just stay on that couch?

[ticktocks]

Cause I wanted to find you. I suck at texting right now.

[ he adjusts his shades, wincing for a brief second. ]

[windsocks]

Yeah, I could tell.

[Not looking at Dave right now. Nope.]

How much of that vodka did you drink, anyway?

[ticktocks]

I dunno, maybe like half a pint? Someone grabbed it an' said they were gonna make me a drink but then they just took off with it.

[ shrug. ]

Oh yeah, I had a couple cock-n-rums before that, too.

[windsocks]

Oh my God.

[He resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. Just barely.]

I've only had, like, two Smirnoff Ices. How did you even manage that much?

[ticktocks]

[ SMIRKS ]

Sheer determination, man. Or boredom. I forget which by now. It's just what you do at parties.

[windsocks]

[... sigh.]

Yeah, I guess you're right about that.

[ticktocks]

So we gonna go somewhere that isn't the middle of the hallway or what?

[ swaying and using John's arm for support. just be glad it hasn't gotten more drapey than that yet. ]

[windsocks]

Okay.

[John glances around, wondering if people are staring yet. No. No, it's just him. Him and his stupid bright-red face.]

The kitchen, maybe? I think there's still some stuff in there.

[ticktocks]

Sounds good to me.

[ off he goes. one glance back over his shoulder to make sure John is coming and then he wobbles his way around to the kitchen. it's not as populated as most of the other rooms, empty bottles and glasses covering most of the counter space. there is still a punchbowl and snack bar that isn't completely picked dry, and of course that's exactly where Dave goes. ]

[windsocks]

{Which is why John immediately commandeers that ladle, pouring himself a cup and glaring the blond's way.]

Don't even think about it, dude.

[ticktocks]

What? I want some fuckin' nuts.

[ grabs a big ol giant handful of cashews and mashes them all into his mouth at the same time. ]