OMG YOU LOSERS JUST GO TALK IN PERSON I HATE YOU

[windsocks]

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

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[ticktocks]

[ obviously yes, look how well it's served Dave, who can hardly stand up straight and is now unabashedly checking John out as he turns away. damn he sure has a nerd for a friend. at least that nerd friend has a nice butt. ]

[windsocks]

[John's not even trying to pretend anymore that he's avoiding looking at the other boy, studiously admiring the state of the kitchen instead, and glancing only really briefly at anybody else coming or going, like they're going to overhear something embarrassing.]

Man, people really have made a mess of this place!

[Okay, maybe just a really embarrassingly poor attempt at distraction.]

[ticktocks]

It's a party, dude.

[ that soda is pretty much gone already. he turns into a liquid receptacle during times like these, who knew. ]

What'd you expect?

[windsocks]

Well... pretty much this. But still.

[Yes, John, marvel at the amount of beer cans and empty bottles of Mike's and other assorted liquor bottles, mostly cheap vodka. At least it gives him something to actually distract himself with.]

[ticktocks]

I don't envy whosever gotta clean this up.

[ casually overturns a half-bottle into the sink, draining it of its now thoroughly warm contents. ]

[windsocks]

[He glances at Dave as he does this, and almost immediately regrets doing so. Is it the punch? Please let it be the punch. He's never been this bad before. It was always just a subtle, quiet tugging in the back of his head. Sometimes a gentle ache in his chest. That's it. It never needed to be more. Hell, it never needed to be anything, but here he is, all the same.

He should probably. Y'know, do something about it.]