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Post by Evan Hughes on Jun 27, 2010 17:02:29 GMT -5
Since finding out about Ella’s party, Evan had spent the rest of his day really looking forward to it. He always did love the chance to par-tay and hang around with big groups of people, be noisy, act stupid, and possible get drunk somewhere along the line. It was all up his alley. And, this party had the potential to be one of the best parties ever, due to what was likely to be the best two words he’d ever heard in his life be put together.
Cookie cupcakes.
In his excitement for what was sure to be one of the most awesome foods he’d ever eaten in his life, and there was a lot of things he’d eaten so far, he cut down on everything else he ate today, not wanting to spoil his appetite. He only ate the few candy bars at lunch with Raven, and when he made himself dinner that night before heading over to the party, he only had the two burgers. Which was practically nothing for him. He was even proud with his willpower. Though he only managed to eat so little because he knew that he was going to be practically overflowing with cookie cupcakes before the night was through. It was going to be great!
And the party was well into the swing of things about half an hour after he arrived, during which time he already managed to get through half a dozen of the cupcakes his lovely girlfriend and his cheery host had made that afternoon. He’d already seen Brit and he quite happily thanked her (ie gave her a big sloppy kiss in full view of everyone around) and when he ran into Ella, he was planning to thank her too. Though not by kissing her, that sort of thing would get him into more trouble.
He was onto his third drink from the red plastic cup that some guy he kinda knew handed him, though he wasn’t exactly sure what alcohol it was. Whatever it was, it was yummy. Not as good as the cookie cupcakes though, and now that he realised this, he headed back to the table to grab another one. He bumped into someone, and not tearing his eyes off the food, playfully bumped them into the side again. Whoever it was, they were automatically a friend. “Have you tried the cupcakes! They’re the best ever, I swear! They’ve got cookies inside of them! Inside!”
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Post by Jere Warner on Jun 27, 2010 20:38:31 GMT -5
Jeremy had hobbled into the party, he even had a real cool story about what happened but in truthfulness he had slipped slightly on the stairs at home.
He made his way around saying hi to people getting a drink then finding the table of cookie cupcakes. He picked one up and carefully gave it a sample taste, which ended with him devouring it and going for another.
He started to mingle again when someone bumped him. Jere didn't mind though. He did turn to see who it was. He knew the kid from school even though he wasn't sure of his name. The enthusiasm was ranking up there much like Tigger.
"I did try one, they're awesome! I was about to go and get another one myself!"
Its not often someone would rave about a snack but sometimes you had to celebrate the little things.
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Post by Evan Hughes on Jun 28, 2010 5:08:31 GMT -5
“Only on your second one? Come on mate, you’ve gotta do better than that.” Evan chuckled, downing the remainder of his drink before crushing the plastic cup against the table. “See, they make you super strong.” He held up the now smashed cup for proof of this before tossing it back onto the table, reaching for another cupcake. “This is my seventh, but only cause I’ve been trying to go slow, save some for everyone else, you know?” he told him, even more hyper than usual due to the sugar and booze in his system. Given another hour at this rate and he would either start break dancing or considering about jumping off the roof. Or even finding Brit for a make out session. All very good ideas in his mind.
“My girl Brit made this. Well, her and Ella. You know Ella right? Of course you do! You’re at her party!” he laughed, and now having resisted enough, he took a bite. Though, his version of a bite was shoving the whole thing in his mouth and chewing it until it was gone, before offering a satisfied moan. “I never knew Brit could make cupcakes this good. She’s been holding out on me! I’ll have to get her to make more. Maybe I could trade her candy for cupcakes, cause I’ve got a lot of cupcakes.”
It was only now that he turned to look at just who he was talking to. Evan stared for just a moment, scratching at his chin, before grinning almost manically. “Sorry, I can’t remember your name! I’m Evan!” He held out his hand, before thinking better of it, wiping his hand on his jeans before offering it again. “Nice to meet ya!”
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Post by Jere Warner on Jun 30, 2010 3:29:17 GMT -5
"Hey I just got here a short time ago, I haven't had a chance to warm up yet." Jeremy laughed. He picked up a couple more. "Super strong huh? I could have used these when I side tackled a grizzly bear and saved some blind, deaf children from it." He wondered if the guy would take it serious or not, he didn't seem to be the type but looks could be deceiving.
"My compliments to the chefs then." Jere said as if making a toast with the cupcake. He took his finger and scooped a bit of the frosting up and tasted it off his finger before devouring the rest of it. He finished chewing before speaking again. "Why trade? How about combining the candy with the cupcakes? Like gummi bears sitting on the top or something?"
"I'm Jeremy." He shook Evan's hand. Evan was easy enough to talk to. Jeremy couldn't help but to think how Evan reminded him of Gonzo from the Muppets in some ways. "So tell me you always buzz around like this, or is because of it being Friday and the sweetness around?"
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Post by Evan Hughes on Jun 30, 2010 5:56:25 GMT -5
“Well, in that case, I suppose I can let you off. I know, very kind of me. But you see, you don’t know me very well yet so I’ve gotta be nice and all, lull you into a false sense of security. And then, when you least suspect it...Bam!” Evan highlighted by slamming his fist into his hand, before laughing, almost hysterically. “Not like I’m going to hit you or anything, course not. I’m more of a lover than a fighter. I know I look really beefy and all, but it’s true. You could probably take me in a fight, so don’t worry. Not like you are, but you know what I mean.” The guy probably didn’t, Evan could be confusing at the best of times, but full of everything he’d been consuming tonight, he was sure he was making even less sense than normal. Which didn’t bother him, he was making complete sense to himself. “Besides, I’ve had plenty of time to warm up for the both of us. And if you don’t think you can manage it, I can eat your cupcakes for you. I mean, you’re probably exhausted after that grizzly. Ya gotta watch them around here, tricky things, they are. And it’s a shame the kiddies couldn’t see, I bet it would have looked awesome!”
At the mention of candy in cupcakes, his eyes widened just a little and he grabbed the guy’s arm, grinning excitedly. “That’s what I told them! Brit and Ella!” he explained. “That there should be cupcakes filled with candy! I think I might have even said gummi bears too, I can’t remember, it was ages ago.” It did seem that way to him. “That’s it, I’m gonna have to just make them myself now! And I’ll bring some to school for you to try. Cause it’s our idea after all. What’s that thing they say about great minds thinking alike? Something about them thinking alike.” he shrugged. “Now I’m hungry again.” He couldn’t allow this, so he grabbed himself another cupcake.
He shook Jeremy’s hand enthusiastically, glad he now knew what to call him, rather than saying “Hey you.” He was always good at remembering names too. “Well, it’s because it’s Friday. Normally I’m really serious, you know, what’s the world...studious. Yeah, that’s it, I’m studious.” He managed to get this out before giving another laugh. “You’re not buying this, are you? Didn’t think so.” he grinned. “I’m always like this. My friends are real lucky! I mean, I’ve had a lot of sugar, but I always have a lot of sugar, and I’ve had a little bit to drink, but no, I’m like this pretty much all the time. That’s a good thing, right?”
Glancing down at the table and spotting the empty cup, he only fully realised now that he didn’t have a drink. Something else he needed to address, and quickly. “Hey Jeremy, want a drink? Cause I’m getting kinda thirsty. I think it’s cause of all the cupcakes. Or the talking. It could be the talking. I’ve been told I talk a lot, though, I don’t think I talk much more than most people. And no one’s ever complained to be about it, so it can’t be a bad thing. What was I saying again? Oh yeah! D’you want a drink?”
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