Twenty-somethings gotta twenty-something

[mikangirl]

Who: Everyone invited, everyone gatecrashing (technically you're all invited, so...)
Broadcast: Who knows, maybe some drunken texting later on
Action: Iskaulit Pool!
When: 3 July

[It's a party for a narcissistic redhead who likes to be reminded she's alive.  Come celebrate!  Alternately, come sneak in and steal the food!  There's a bar set up for drinks drastically lowered to cost-price or to-be-paid-later-tab, a non-alcoholic punch in case of wandering minors (spike it and Nami will end you) and random snacks.

Oh, and a pool.  Which is heated.  Kind of important, that part.

Step right up, I'm reliably informed we'll have Thor with his shirt off, take pictures while you can.]

Comments

[privateeyed]

If you are, I probably already caught it and it's too late for me. I'll die later or something. [completely deadpan]

[passingthrough]

Probably. You should make the most of the time you have left. Attend parties and such. Talk to cool chicks.

[privateeyed]

But I hate parties and - wait, why am I talking to cool chicks?

[passingthrough]

I was just describing what you were currently doing and giving myself a compliment. Why? Are you against it?

[privateeyed]

Oh, is that what I'm doing. [a snort] Nah, girls are all right. I hear they've got cooties, but luckily I got my cootie shot in grade school.

[passingthrough]

They're so advanced in the future. The cootie plague raged on in my time. So few were spared.

[privateeyed]

I dunno, I still think they're gross so maybe it didn't work.

[he is an adult, he swears]

[passingthrough]

[She sees no proof of that!]

Wow. Harsh. Suddenly it makes sense why the future took up a collection to pay to send you here.

[privateeyed]

If that's why you think they did it then you haven't gotten to known me well enough yet.

[a shrug]

Girls are fine up to the friends part. Past that and then they're all gross and stuff.

[passingthrough]

Are you telling me you're into guys so I don't fall for you? [She looks a little amused, not that she thinks he's lying about it or anything.] I guess that means I can stop working on our ship name. So far I had Bitty or Bitten.

[privateeyed]

Nah, I was gonna crack a joke about talking to cool girls and then it got into cooties and— . . . the fuck is a ship name?

[passingthrough]

Apparently it's when people take the two people's names or traits or something and smash them together until they get a shorthand for them as a couple. Winn told me about it. I didn't ask how ships are involved.

[privateeyed]

So it's a shorthand for a . . . hypothetical couple? [. . .] Wait, do you use it to name actual ships? I'm confused.

[passingthrough]

The first part is right. The second part...maybe? I should have asked. I think we got too busy laughing about it. [And probably started making out. It was their way.]

[privateeyed]

What the hell. [though to be entirely fair even with a full explanation he still wouldn't get it] . . . I like "bitten" if I had to pick a stupid ship name. Sounds like we bite or something. Kinky.

[passingthrough]

Yeah, I think I'd want people to imagine we were a little kinky if we were together. [She's put so much thought into this for the last 5 seconds it took to say it.]

[privateeyed]

[hypothetical relationships deserve a lot of thought]

Nah, more than a little. Full on kinky. Y'know, into the weird shit and everything. Make 'em think.

[passingthrough]

[Exactly! If they don't think about them who will?]

Good point. And with confusing stuff that they can't figure out how we use. Like coconuts. [She thinks about it for a minute trying to think if there is a normal way to use a coconut with someone.]

[privateeyed]

You want 'em to think we fuck coconuts? [...] I mean, ain't coconut oil supposed to be good for you? Guess it works.

[he can work with it]

[passingthrough]

Fucking with coconuts is totally different than fucking coco...what am I saying?