MINGLE TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[lieutenantantichrist]

[There's a lot of icy roads to drive trucks on.]

[Blake's a little mollified.] Oh. Good. For a second there you sounded like you'd gone and screwed it up.

[He regards the ice and snow on the TV for a while.]

Kid looks up to you.

[triptoprofiling]

['Yeah, sure' he thinks to himself, getting up from the couch. Almost a year now and Norman still doesn't know what in God's name he is doing.

He needed to piss now and so he does, making his way into the bathroom though-- Why is coming right back out so suddenly? And why in the hell does he have a case of beer at hand.]

You should call the front desk. There's a convenience store in your bathroom.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[That Blake could believe.]

[Hey, maybe he's leaving. Damn, wrong door. Wait, that light didn't look right...]

[Blake twists around and heaves a sigh.] Great. Can't keep anything in the goddamn right place.

[He catches the welcome sight of beer and holds his hand out.] Gimme one of those.

[triptoprofiling]

Sure...

[He looks down at the case before walking back over to the couch.] Are you okay with IPA?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake gives him a frank look.]

Right now, I'll take what I can get.

[He pauses for a second.]

As long as you didn't piss in it.

[triptoprofiling]

['I'll take what I can get'

Story of their fuckin' lives.]

You got me Blake. I took a piss in all of them and then sealed them airtight.

[Now here's a trick he learned from undergrad he doesn't utilize as often: using a lighter as a beer opener.

He settles the case on top of the coffee table, picking two bottles from the case. Now-- usually a lighter is an indicator that one has picked up smoking as a habit. But for Norman, being the boy scout that he is, he has his own kosher reasons.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake mutters] Asshole.

[The little thing in Norman's hand catches his eye.] Huh. I didn't figure you for a smoker. You're the kind of pain in the ass who's never done anything you're not supposed to in your life.