006 - The Most Awesomest Guy Having the Awesomest Party

[whatwolverines]

[Michiganders take their vacations very seriously. The second summer comes around, the lakes become like the Great Magnets and everyone miraculously gets a sunburn by the end of July. It's just how things seem to work in the natural order.

However, there are no Great Lakes/Magnets for Griffin at the moment, so he's just had to hover to the lake, as though that will somehow solve all problems. Of course, it's water, so one problem got solved. However, it just didn't feel quite like vacation yet. That is, until there was beer! Yes, when in doubt, bring out mass quantities of beer! And so after finding a rogue picnic table, he's covered it in beer bottles and any random assortment of food (which, being a bit absent-minded, led the variety to be from whitefish to cereal).

He's only slightly tipsy yet, dangling off the edge of the dock like he's going to kiss the water or something, which may not be far from the truth. It's just his 'vacation while not on vacation' sort of day. Join him if you'd like!]

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[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

[ Saying that Vince is in a poor mood is an understatement, the longer he stays here the more it seems he's humiliated. He's done things he swore he'd never do, to people he never wanted to do them to, and to top it off, all his suits and all his Goose Island Summer Ale are gone.

Needless to say, he feels the need to take this out on someone. So, he'll be kicking your fat ass into the lake, Griff. You didn't do anything to deserve it, but Vince really doesn't care. ]

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Hey, it's nice in here! Ya wanna join!

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[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

[ With much emphasis. Someone's cranky today. ]

No.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Well, someone is bein' negative.

[hailtotheorange.livejournal.com]

What's that beer ya got?

[ He can't make out the label. If it's Goose Island, he's going to jump in there and beat you over the head with it.]

[aviational.livejournal.com]

[ kit has been in a bad mood for a while now. ever since that traitor (even though he was a hero just a few weeks ago!) decided to leave the cavaliers, she's been having strange urges to either cry or throw things angrily all the time. hopefully, it's something she'll get over with a little time. ]

Slacking off as always, huh? I have half a mind to push you into the lake, you know that? [ huff huff. ]

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Jesus Christ, woman! Ya scared th'shit outta me!

[aviational.livejournal.com]

[ seeing michigan's face in agony always makes kit happier, she knew this was a good decision! ]

That's your fault for being all air-headed, isn't it? Maybe you shouldn't drink so much, I think it's killing off what few brain cells were there to begin with.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

That ain't nice t'say. []

Not a brain cell missin'.

[aviational.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess that was uncalled for... [ she would normally never admit that, but she knows she's been on a short fuse lately. less passive-aggressiveness, more straight-out bitchery. ]

Still, you've gotta have something more productive to do with your time.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ a teeny, tiny little girl with a large book (The Encyclopedia of Boats) in hand walks up to the voluptuous familiar figure of her uncle. ]

Dat dere is real dangerous, eh.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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H-ha, hey there, Susie. How are ya?

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ just as planned. ]

Right swell, Uncle Giffrin. [ she hugs the book closer to her body like one would a teddy bear, and after a minute or so, she says: ] Y'really need bakery here. Didja know drinkin's a whooooooole lot betta if ya have snacks wit' ya?

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Oh, I got snacks up on th'table over there. Ya see it? []

[brownthrush.livejournal.com]

Looks like her scene so Natasha turns up with a six pack of brew and a sexy swim suite that she has no intention of getting wet.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Well, hey there!

[brownthrush.livejournal.com]

She cracks open a can giving the host a once over. Her interest does not wain. "Hi. Nice party. What's it for?"

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

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Jus' havin' a vacation withou' goin' anywhere, ya know?

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

Do you have any more beer? [Nope, Ephram doesn't care much about Griffin falling into that lake. Not one bit.]

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

Mhmm! [] Yeah, on th'table. Help yerself.

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[He wants to say something so bad, but really doesn't know how to word it. Breaking into sign language, Ephram catches himself mid-sentence. Taking a deep breath, he speaks.]

D-don't drown yourself, you will be missed.

[talktodahandeh.livejournal.com]

Oh!

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Well damn, thanks for tellin' me!

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ peeking. ]

[eisen-holz.livejournal.com]

[Blinks
sighs.]

Hi.

[whitefished.livejournal.com]

[ why are you sighing. ]

Hiya!