On a frigid but clear-skied late afternoon, a beautiful purring noise pulled into the parking lot of the darling of downtown Vegas. In it were contained three markedly small women of the cheerleader genus, and one secret Andre the Giant clone. They'd come to chew bubblegum and play board games, and they were all out of bubblegum.
[Sylvie Rattray-Aubert continued from any colour the customer wants, as long as it's any colour the customer wants]
"...But that's enough about that- we're here!"
Sylvie chirped, marking the end of the totally real and totally interesting topic of discussion that had totally been happening during the car ride. It had been a very eventful one, between said discussion, that on meeting Lucie and the simple presence of Claude, though the last one likely only went into effect for Sylvie herself. The presence of friends helped temper her stupid feelings— when they weren't actively encouraging them, that is. Which was, coincidentally, how they'd managed to get Claude to tag along, tainting the sanctity of the girl's trip with the boycrush's presence, a crime surely punishable by being drawn and quartered. Sylvie lamented her lack of rope and horses for a moment before hopping out of the Mustang as it was parked.
She firstly looked upon the sight of the all-crate holy land with a smile. The distinct smell of street food and the distinct smell of thrift shop clothing wafted through the air. Not a tourist in sight. Harmony. And uncramped by the general populace today, it seemed. They'd have an easy time getting to Connect Pour, which she had to remind herself not to abbreviate. There, fun times would be had by all despite that man's presence and the impact it had on her psyche, she hoped. Her hands went back to fiddling with her bow as she waited for the rest of the group to present themselves, though they were a flat three-four feet away from her already.
Touch of Crate
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Touch of Crate
The V9 Children themselves:
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
The next person to exit the vehicle - vaulting themselves out of the convertible with relative ease - was none other than...
((Marcy Valerio continued from any colour the customer wants, as long as it's any colour the customer wants))
It had been an... Interesting journey, no doubt. She spent a fair chunk of it looking flabbergasted after picking up Claude, left in a state of shock after meeting his big sister. Quite literally as it turned out, she was HUGE! Must've been pushing seven feet! Sure there were a fair few girls on the tall side at Red Rock - eat your fucking heart out, Heather - but damn, that reveal caught her off guard.
It took the car coming to a sudden stop to break Marcy out of her stupor, when a careless biker cut them off right as they were passing through a crossroad. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't too happy about that, nor was she shy about letting everyone know about it.
"HEY! RED LIGHT, ASSHOLE!"
Aside from that little incident, the rest of the journey was a delight, with Marcy quickly returning to her usual chatty self by the time they arrived at Crateful Dead.
She stood there besides Sylvie, hands rummaging through her hoody's deep pockets. At the risk of undermining the previous post, Marcy DID in fact have bubblegum on her. She never left the house without it, and would definitely need some if they were going to be playing board games. When it came to non-physical activities, she found it impossible to focus without chewing on something. It's why she found it criminal that you weren't allowed gum during exams, a ruling that resulted in countless gnawed pencils and pen lids.
Gum in hand, she quickly popped one in her mouth before silently offering her friends a piece, idly chewing away as she waited for everyone to gather themselves. "Sooo, straight to the cafe, or do we wanna browse a lil first?"
((Marcy Valerio continued from any colour the customer wants, as long as it's any colour the customer wants))
It had been an... Interesting journey, no doubt. She spent a fair chunk of it looking flabbergasted after picking up Claude, left in a state of shock after meeting his big sister. Quite literally as it turned out, she was HUGE! Must've been pushing seven feet! Sure there were a fair few girls on the tall side at Red Rock - eat your fucking heart out, Heather - but damn, that reveal caught her off guard.
It took the car coming to a sudden stop to break Marcy out of her stupor, when a careless biker cut them off right as they were passing through a crossroad. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't too happy about that, nor was she shy about letting everyone know about it.
"HEY! RED LIGHT, ASSHOLE!"
Aside from that little incident, the rest of the journey was a delight, with Marcy quickly returning to her usual chatty self by the time they arrived at Crateful Dead.
She stood there besides Sylvie, hands rummaging through her hoody's deep pockets. At the risk of undermining the previous post, Marcy DID in fact have bubblegum on her. She never left the house without it, and would definitely need some if they were going to be playing board games. When it came to non-physical activities, she found it impossible to focus without chewing on something. It's why she found it criminal that you weren't allowed gum during exams, a ruling that resulted in countless gnawed pencils and pen lids.
Gum in hand, she quickly popped one in her mouth before silently offering her friends a piece, idly chewing away as she waited for everyone to gather themselves. "Sooo, straight to the cafe, or do we wanna browse a lil first?"
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The next person to get out of the convertible did so by gently opening the car door and stepping out. He then walked around the vehicle and stood beside Sylvie with his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.
(Claude O'Neil Porter continued from any colour the customer wants, as long as it's any colour the customer wants)
Every time Claude caught a glance of Marcy's confounded expression, he couldn't help but chuckle. No matter how many times he's seen the reactions of people when they met his sister in person for the first time, it never got old.
A hint of curiosity was present on the giants face as he ahead at Crateful; it had been some time since Claude had last been to this wondrous place. In all honesty, the young man only ever saw it's charm because of Connect Pour and the mostly mediocre street food that was sold. With the lack of pesky tourists, not like he ever really saw or had any issue with tourists in general, Claude would be able to at least enjoy some fun board game times with his friends.
Now that the gentle giant thought about it, he had no idea just how his friends were like with board games. For all he knew, Sylvie could very well be the type that goes from an easily flustered little bunny rabbit to a kaiju filled with rage and anger that leaves chaos and destruction in her wake when she rages while Marcy could very well not rage at all and be as chill as a caterpillar, and Clarissa...
...Honestly, Claude had no idea on how she was with board games, so it was anyone's guess at this point.
Speaking of Clarissa, he looked over at her to see if she also still had a look of shock on her face like Marcy had the whole ride here.
(Claude O'Neil Porter continued from any colour the customer wants, as long as it's any colour the customer wants)
Every time Claude caught a glance of Marcy's confounded expression, he couldn't help but chuckle. No matter how many times he's seen the reactions of people when they met his sister in person for the first time, it never got old.
A hint of curiosity was present on the giants face as he ahead at Crateful; it had been some time since Claude had last been to this wondrous place. In all honesty, the young man only ever saw it's charm because of Connect Pour and the mostly mediocre street food that was sold. With the lack of pesky tourists, not like he ever really saw or had any issue with tourists in general, Claude would be able to at least enjoy some fun board game times with his friends.
Now that the gentle giant thought about it, he had no idea just how his friends were like with board games. For all he knew, Sylvie could very well be the type that goes from an easily flustered little bunny rabbit to a kaiju filled with rage and anger that leaves chaos and destruction in her wake when she rages while Marcy could very well not rage at all and be as chill as a caterpillar, and Clarissa...
...Honestly, Claude had no idea on how she was with board games, so it was anyone's guess at this point.
Speaking of Clarissa, he looked over at her to see if she also still had a look of shock on her face like Marcy had the whole ride here.
Top rolling up. Parking gear, parking break, ignition killed. Clarissa's eyes idle, comfortably empty.
She glanced at Claude, as sudden as she was suddenly aware that he'd glanced her way. Lips briefly parted in an unspoken question. It stayed unspoken as she decided it was probably just his eyes wandering. It usually was, at least as far as she was aware. She nodded and smiled LED bright- thanks for being gentle with the doors.
[Clarissa Shoemaker, Pregame Thread 2]
She had always wondered where Sylvie got all the funny stories she told when riding shotgun- now she knew. Like, she'd always been skeptical that debate was that wild and exciting, but it turned out Sylvie also had a very funny and very very tall benefactor. Apparently all French people in existence were in cahoots?? Clarissa had actually really liked meeting Lucie. Maybe she'd end up an in-law when Claude and Sylvie were joined in holy matrimony? Maybe that was how that worked, who knew.
"Uh..." Marcy asked a question and Clarissa.exe continued to slowly reboot. Behind the wheel Clarissa existed in a different reality from the one that talked to people and tried to puzzle out WTF people were talking about.
"Do we want to eat at Connect or somewhere else?" Clarissa's phone was now in her jeans left pocket where it was easy to find, as opposed to in her car where it was harder to find and always playing her playlists no matter how many times she took Spotify out behind the shed. She scrolled the bar-board-game-establishment-thingys menu. "It's like a lot of sweet food they have. Waffles and crepes, kinda fun." Up down up down went her thumb. "Happy hour's like, right now. If we want drinks."
She could taste first sip of each of the names on the drinks menu. Craft beers, cocktails- and they were, indeed, overpriced.
"Oh and while I remember, since Sylvie brought up that one story about Mrs. Harper. Were any of you guys gonna do like what Elisa did last year and come back to assistant coach for a year?" A pause. "Asking Claude too, I guess," Clarissa giggled.
She glanced at Claude, as sudden as she was suddenly aware that he'd glanced her way. Lips briefly parted in an unspoken question. It stayed unspoken as she decided it was probably just his eyes wandering. It usually was, at least as far as she was aware. She nodded and smiled LED bright- thanks for being gentle with the doors.
[Clarissa Shoemaker, Pregame Thread 2]
She had always wondered where Sylvie got all the funny stories she told when riding shotgun- now she knew. Like, she'd always been skeptical that debate was that wild and exciting, but it turned out Sylvie also had a very funny and very very tall benefactor. Apparently all French people in existence were in cahoots?? Clarissa had actually really liked meeting Lucie. Maybe she'd end up an in-law when Claude and Sylvie were joined in holy matrimony? Maybe that was how that worked, who knew.
"Uh..." Marcy asked a question and Clarissa.exe continued to slowly reboot. Behind the wheel Clarissa existed in a different reality from the one that talked to people and tried to puzzle out WTF people were talking about.
"Do we want to eat at Connect or somewhere else?" Clarissa's phone was now in her jeans left pocket where it was easy to find, as opposed to in her car where it was harder to find and always playing her playlists no matter how many times she took Spotify out behind the shed. She scrolled the bar-board-game-establishment-thingys menu. "It's like a lot of sweet food they have. Waffles and crepes, kinda fun." Up down up down went her thumb. "Happy hour's like, right now. If we want drinks."
She could taste first sip of each of the names on the drinks menu. Craft beers, cocktails- and they were, indeed, overpriced.
"Oh and while I remember, since Sylvie brought up that one story about Mrs. Harper. Were any of you guys gonna do like what Elisa did last year and come back to assistant coach for a year?" A pause. "Asking Claude too, I guess," Clarissa giggled.
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The gang was all here! As... if it hadn't been when it was localized within Clarissa's Mustang! And the fun was already starting, localized entirely within the conversations taking place during the short commute from their parking space to Crateful itself. All the non-Frenchies here had seemed to recover from having been in the presence of the force of nature that was Lucie O'Neil Porter. She was perfectly understanding of their reactions but still had to keep herself from bursting into chuckles along the ride to Crateful.
During said commute to Crateful, Sylvie mostly listened and replied to the questions her girls were posing. She'd talked enough on the car ride itself and wanted to soothe her ears for a moment with the sound of her besties yapping about literally anything. Socialization with people she genuinely liked was a balm. A small, casual smile rested on her lips the entire time. Of course, she took time to answer questions as well, starting with Marcy's.
"Mmm, I could do with some new stockings... wonder if any of the thrifts have some Uniqlo."
Lord knew she needed something for her poor legs. Skirt and inefficient heater leggings didn't do much in terms of insulation, and she had to focus a bit harder to keep the rest of her body from shivering by extension to the cold that bit her there. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, her thoughts equally turned to any plushes she could acquire from Crateful's myriad stores, thoughts she quickly sought to suppress, returning to how to deal with the cold. She had to ease herself by thinking of all the warm food and drink they'd serve at the café. Clarissa bringing it up certainly helped. She slid out of the topic of fashion and into the topic of food with marked ease.
"Ahh, there, please. I could kill for a warm crêpe and some hot chocolate..."
Hot and sweet was a match made in heaven, and was always there for Sylvie when she needed a bit of a boost from frigid weather of any kind. It was always typically the best-looking food in any café establishment. She liked when food was cute to look at before being rent to mush in her mouth.
Suddenly, the third topic change occurred—from Clarissa again. This one called back to a story Sylvie had told during the drive about the cheer coach, one that was totally intriguing, I promise. Clarissa posed a question that Sylvie immediately knew the answer to, which saddened her slightly. Not that she'd let the girls know. Instead, she produced a small and genuine chuckle at the thought of Claude as an assistant cheer coach, then sighed before answering her question.
"Ah, no way. I'm getting my SATs done and then it's off to Stanford for me."
She returned to smiling, and though she tried to hide it, this one would seem a little more weary to anyone who paid close attention.
During said commute to Crateful, Sylvie mostly listened and replied to the questions her girls were posing. She'd talked enough on the car ride itself and wanted to soothe her ears for a moment with the sound of her besties yapping about literally anything. Socialization with people she genuinely liked was a balm. A small, casual smile rested on her lips the entire time. Of course, she took time to answer questions as well, starting with Marcy's.
"Mmm, I could do with some new stockings... wonder if any of the thrifts have some Uniqlo."
Lord knew she needed something for her poor legs. Skirt and inefficient heater leggings didn't do much in terms of insulation, and she had to focus a bit harder to keep the rest of her body from shivering by extension to the cold that bit her there. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, her thoughts equally turned to any plushes she could acquire from Crateful's myriad stores, thoughts she quickly sought to suppress, returning to how to deal with the cold. She had to ease herself by thinking of all the warm food and drink they'd serve at the café. Clarissa bringing it up certainly helped. She slid out of the topic of fashion and into the topic of food with marked ease.
"Ahh, there, please. I could kill for a warm crêpe and some hot chocolate..."
Hot and sweet was a match made in heaven, and was always there for Sylvie when she needed a bit of a boost from frigid weather of any kind. It was always typically the best-looking food in any café establishment. She liked when food was cute to look at before being rent to mush in her mouth.
Suddenly, the third topic change occurred—from Clarissa again. This one called back to a story Sylvie had told during the drive about the cheer coach, one that was totally intriguing, I promise. Clarissa posed a question that Sylvie immediately knew the answer to, which saddened her slightly. Not that she'd let the girls know. Instead, she produced a small and genuine chuckle at the thought of Claude as an assistant cheer coach, then sighed before answering her question.
"Ah, no way. I'm getting my SATs done and then it's off to Stanford for me."
She returned to smiling, and though she tried to hide it, this one would seem a little more weary to anyone who paid close attention.
The V9 Children themselves:
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
"Hmm, dunno about Uniqlo, but I remember buying these super cute spider-pattern tights somewhere around here. Might've been a Halloween pop-up store though..."
Truth be told, Crateful Dead wasn't at the top of Marcy's list of favourite hangout spots. Sure the whole converted shipping crate gimmick was cute and all, but it was... Well, it was nice, but it wasn't super exciting. It lacked moxie. She preferred places that either had a bit more edge to 'em, or were at least loud enough to keep her stimulated.
Still, she liked the frog. It took a lot of willpower to not immediately crack a joke at Sylvie and Claude's expense the moment she laid eyes on it.
Marcy's mood took a slight dip when Clarissa started asking about their future plans, brows furrowing as she considered her response. "Uuh... I dunno, probably not I guess..."
She was a little more curt than intended. For starters, she hardly knew what she was going to be doing a week from now, let alone after she was done with school. She wanted to be a dancer, and she wanted to remain with Finn. Apart from that, the future wasn't something she liked thinking about.
But neither was she keen on thinking about the past, either. Especially of the time Elise was assistant coach, after spending most of that year on the bench wondering if she'd ever be able to dance again.
No. Marcy lived for the present. And right now, she wanted to take a selfie in front of the frog, grinning and waving the others over to join her as she readied her phone.
Truth be told, Crateful Dead wasn't at the top of Marcy's list of favourite hangout spots. Sure the whole converted shipping crate gimmick was cute and all, but it was... Well, it was nice, but it wasn't super exciting. It lacked moxie. She preferred places that either had a bit more edge to 'em, or were at least loud enough to keep her stimulated.
Still, she liked the frog. It took a lot of willpower to not immediately crack a joke at Sylvie and Claude's expense the moment she laid eyes on it.
Marcy's mood took a slight dip when Clarissa started asking about their future plans, brows furrowing as she considered her response. "Uuh... I dunno, probably not I guess..."
She was a little more curt than intended. For starters, she hardly knew what she was going to be doing a week from now, let alone after she was done with school. She wanted to be a dancer, and she wanted to remain with Finn. Apart from that, the future wasn't something she liked thinking about.
But neither was she keen on thinking about the past, either. Especially of the time Elise was assistant coach, after spending most of that year on the bench wondering if she'd ever be able to dance again.
No. Marcy lived for the present. And right now, she wanted to take a selfie in front of the frog, grinning and waving the others over to join her as she readied her phone.
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The Frog. That forsaken frog. Every time he's been to Crateful and he sees that damned amphibian, he couldn't help but glare at it in the same way Goku does in that one meme. Claude quickly snapped out of it when the girls began to decide to go browsing the wares for some new clothes. Great plan, fantastic plan, even! He was up for whatever, so long as he didn't have to keep giving the frog the stink eye.
"You know you could just wear some pants and not some thin stockings that provide no amount of warmth at all..." It was clear that Claude went for function over fashion when it came to outfits. Even then, with the outfits he wore, Claude managed to look pretty fashionable.
"But honestly, I'm fine with whatever you girls wanna go do. All I want to do is get something to eat." Moving on, when Sylvie brought up food and then pointing out the café establishment to them. It was a pretty good suggestion, and he did say he was fine with whatever his friends wanted. "Yeah that looks like a nice place for a meal, Sylvie. Wouldn't mind grabbing a bite there." Not only would he be eating actual food instead of the government mandated slop he was served today in school, but he would no longer have to be in the vicinity of the frog.
The sudden question from Clarissa about what they planned to do in the future made him stop thinking about the cursed amphibian and start thinking about what he really had planned to do with his life once he graduates. Listening to what Sylvie and, to some extent, Marcy had to say in regards to that made Claude think that maybe his aspirations were a bit too out there... bah! Who cares, it's his life and he'll live it how he wants to!
"Maybe get into a college with a good baseball program, like Vanderbilt or Mississippi state or maybe even LSU... after that, I'd declare for the MLB draft and see if any team picks me." Claude told them about his plans for the future with great confidence, as if he knew it was a guarantee to happen....
...Let's be honest, there was a reason he was a star athlete in Southwest Red Rock High.
"You know you could just wear some pants and not some thin stockings that provide no amount of warmth at all..." It was clear that Claude went for function over fashion when it came to outfits. Even then, with the outfits he wore, Claude managed to look pretty fashionable.
"But honestly, I'm fine with whatever you girls wanna go do. All I want to do is get something to eat." Moving on, when Sylvie brought up food and then pointing out the café establishment to them. It was a pretty good suggestion, and he did say he was fine with whatever his friends wanted. "Yeah that looks like a nice place for a meal, Sylvie. Wouldn't mind grabbing a bite there." Not only would he be eating actual food instead of the government mandated slop he was served today in school, but he would no longer have to be in the vicinity of the frog.
The sudden question from Clarissa about what they planned to do in the future made him stop thinking about the cursed amphibian and start thinking about what he really had planned to do with his life once he graduates. Listening to what Sylvie and, to some extent, Marcy had to say in regards to that made Claude think that maybe his aspirations were a bit too out there... bah! Who cares, it's his life and he'll live it how he wants to!
"Maybe get into a college with a good baseball program, like Vanderbilt or Mississippi state or maybe even LSU... after that, I'd declare for the MLB draft and see if any team picks me." Claude told them about his plans for the future with great confidence, as if he knew it was a guarantee to happen....
...Let's be honest, there was a reason he was a star athlete in Southwest Red Rock High.
Clarissa nodded softly. No pull on the bit of conversation she'd tried to fish up. She'd noticed Marcy hadn't seemed too happy with the line of thought, and:
Clarissa never really knew how bad ideas worked. Whenever she sat around and watched, say, the other boys and girls in cheer or on the dance team talking and people said things and other things that made for good conversation... It was like. She was never sure which X Y Z topicAtopicBtopicC ideas led to everyone laughing at a kinda mean joke as if it were the right thing to say. Or alternatively, to someone complaining in her text messages that the person who'd said something Clarissa had thought had been kind of funny actually made them a huge bitch. It was like how a car could break down a million different ways. But cars could be fixed with her own two hands, at least.
In times like this, better to not speak. To not smile, even. Unless it was the right time to smile, or to speak, or maybe
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Clarissa didn't dwell on it long. Also dangerous. Her gear was neutral as they eventually made their way to Connect Pour, a different combo of rightleftrightrightleft than she'd thought it had been when Sylvie had first brought it up an hour some ago.
Smiling, speaking when spoken to.
Like the rest of the mall Connect Pour was a super cool geometric mess of several of those big shipping containers that were supposed to be on big tanker ships or on the back of windy long freight trains. It was just around the time of day for things to start getting busy, but there were a few obvious booths available for the taking in the gently moody atmosphere. Inviting. Reminded Clarissa of the later half of sleepovers, when the lights started being brighter than the moon outside the windows.
"Shoot, another shot trying to stop the feeling," Clarissa sung to herself slightly off key and an octave too low to the very famous, very gay song gently piping over the store's radio. This one had absolutely changed her life when it had been released, for like a week anyways.
"I'll take a booth," she offered. Leaving the responsibility of picking actual games to play and actual food to eat to the people who had the braincells. "I'll pick what I want to eat later!"
Clarissa never really knew how bad ideas worked. Whenever she sat around and watched, say, the other boys and girls in cheer or on the dance team talking and people said things and other things that made for good conversation... It was like. She was never sure which X Y Z topicAtopicBtopicC ideas led to everyone laughing at a kinda mean joke as if it were the right thing to say. Or alternatively, to someone complaining in her text messages that the person who'd said something Clarissa had thought had been kind of funny actually made them a huge bitch. It was like how a car could break down a million different ways. But cars could be fixed with her own two hands, at least.
In times like this, better to not speak. To not smile, even. Unless it was the right time to smile, or to speak, or maybe
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Clarissa didn't dwell on it long. Also dangerous. Her gear was neutral as they eventually made their way to Connect Pour, a different combo of rightleftrightrightleft than she'd thought it had been when Sylvie had first brought it up an hour some ago.
Smiling, speaking when spoken to.
Like the rest of the mall Connect Pour was a super cool geometric mess of several of those big shipping containers that were supposed to be on big tanker ships or on the back of windy long freight trains. It was just around the time of day for things to start getting busy, but there were a few obvious booths available for the taking in the gently moody atmosphere. Inviting. Reminded Clarissa of the later half of sleepovers, when the lights started being brighter than the moon outside the windows.
"Shoot, another shot trying to stop the feeling," Clarissa sung to herself slightly off key and an octave too low to the very famous, very gay song gently piping over the store's radio. This one had absolutely changed her life when it had been released, for like a week anyways.
"I'll take a booth," she offered. Leaving the responsibility of picking actual games to play and actual food to eat to the people who had the braincells. "I'll pick what I want to eat later!"
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Sylvie stuck her tongue out at Claude's remark. Pants. A ridiculous concept. She could never. Sylvie didn't have that much self-confidence but she knew in her heart she was above pants. The yap was fine and the browsing was just as well. They came across a thrifting crate, and as thrifts do, it inexplicably had a few unimaginably fine pieces for its supposed status. Sylvie walked away with her new leggings, happy.
Then, as they approached, a certain tune reached Sylvie's ears. One that made her eyes widen imperceptibly and almost made her stop in her tracks.
That fucking song.
Sylvie subtly held some amount of loathing towards Chappel Roan. Some time ago, Chappel Roan had entered the underground chamber that lets people with more than five million dollars survey anyone on earth, seen Sylvie and made it her personal mission to fuck with her. Especially with that song. Clarissa had obsessed over it for the week it'd come out and Kiandra was *still* obsessing over it and she couldn't stop hearing it and its attacks on her psyche and personal problems because it'd been designed by that woman to target her specifically.
"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feel-" SHUT UP!!!
Stupid gay song. How'd you feel if someone called you out, huh?
This deep and complex inner turmoil manifested as a tiny shiver across the girl's body as she took in Clarissa's mention of holding a booth for the group. She took a deep breath in and pulled herself out of her own thoughts, back into the world, back into smile and cheer. Bright eyes. Bright smile. Come on, now. It came naturally, and she reimmersed herself into her surroundings.
"Thanks, Cs!" She piped up as Clarissa went off, before turning around to face a prime aspect of the Café's layout: the shelves where the board games themselves lay. She gestured the remaining trio to follow and marched on over to begin her search. "Right..." she mumbled, pulling out a few, just to look closer Her eyes still turned over the rest of the options, and wow were they numerous. Monopoly was a classic, and so was stuff like The Game of Life, Jenga could be fun, and so could Catan... what the hell was a Guilty Gear? Choices, choices, choices.
Thankfully, it wasn't as if she was alone in choice-making- she turned around to regard her two companions, a contemplative look on her face. "So... you guys had any ideas? I was honestly thinking..." She raised and shook the Monopoly box. You had to respect the classics, really. She still hinged a bit on the others' opinions, though. "We have the number of people for the amount of board sides, anyway."
Then, as they approached, a certain tune reached Sylvie's ears. One that made her eyes widen imperceptibly and almost made her stop in her tracks.
That fucking song.
Sylvie subtly held some amount of loathing towards Chappel Roan. Some time ago, Chappel Roan had entered the underground chamber that lets people with more than five million dollars survey anyone on earth, seen Sylvie and made it her personal mission to fuck with her. Especially with that song. Clarissa had obsessed over it for the week it'd come out and Kiandra was *still* obsessing over it and she couldn't stop hearing it and its attacks on her psyche and personal problems because it'd been designed by that woman to target her specifically.
"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feel-" SHUT UP!!!
Stupid gay song. How'd you feel if someone called you out, huh?
This deep and complex inner turmoil manifested as a tiny shiver across the girl's body as she took in Clarissa's mention of holding a booth for the group. She took a deep breath in and pulled herself out of her own thoughts, back into the world, back into smile and cheer. Bright eyes. Bright smile. Come on, now. It came naturally, and she reimmersed herself into her surroundings.
"Thanks, Cs!" She piped up as Clarissa went off, before turning around to face a prime aspect of the Café's layout: the shelves where the board games themselves lay. She gestured the remaining trio to follow and marched on over to begin her search. "Right..." she mumbled, pulling out a few, just to look closer Her eyes still turned over the rest of the options, and wow were they numerous. Monopoly was a classic, and so was stuff like The Game of Life, Jenga could be fun, and so could Catan... what the hell was a Guilty Gear? Choices, choices, choices.
Thankfully, it wasn't as if she was alone in choice-making- she turned around to regard her two companions, a contemplative look on her face. "So... you guys had any ideas? I was honestly thinking..." She raised and shook the Monopoly box. You had to respect the classics, really. She still hinged a bit on the others' opinions, though. "We have the number of people for the amount of board sides, anyway."
The V9 Children themselves:
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
Selfie acquired, Marcy followed the others as they slowly meandered towards Connect Pour, doing the odd bit of browsing here and there along the way.
There was a store that particularly caught her attention, one specialising in clothing that could be charitably described as vibrant, and more accurately described as tacky. Clashing colors, asymmetric patterns, polka dots galore. It was all a bit much, even for Marcy's tastes. Still, she did find herself browsing a shelf of novelty sunglasses until the others called her over.
Hands swiftly returning to her hoodie pockets, she gleefully chewed gum as she skipped over to rejoin her friends, slowly blowing a pink bubble as she scanned the cafe to get a feel of the place. It looked pleasant enough, and the aroma of sweet treats was enticing. She couldn't help but hum along to Clarissa's singing, the subtext going right over her head as per usual.
With Clarissa on booth claiming duties, Marcy tagged along with Sylvie as they went to pick a game, brows furrowing slightly as she examined their options. Holy hell, there were a lot more board games out there than she realised. A couple familiar titles sure, but they were vastly outnumbered by ones she had never heard of. Ticket to Ride? Smallworld? Betrayal at House on the Hill? Some didn't even use real words - The hell is a Dixit? Or an Agricola?
Sylvie gestured towards the Monopoly box, to which Marcy shrugged. She didn't care much for it - too many bad memories of going bankrupt every fucking time she landed on her sister's hotel - but at least she knew how to play it.
"Yeah, I guess that..." she began, before spotting something out of the corner of her eyes: A game that she not only recognised, but had actually played and even enjoyed!
"OOoooh, Cards Against Humanity!"
There was a store that particularly caught her attention, one specialising in clothing that could be charitably described as vibrant, and more accurately described as tacky. Clashing colors, asymmetric patterns, polka dots galore. It was all a bit much, even for Marcy's tastes. Still, she did find herself browsing a shelf of novelty sunglasses until the others called her over.
Hands swiftly returning to her hoodie pockets, she gleefully chewed gum as she skipped over to rejoin her friends, slowly blowing a pink bubble as she scanned the cafe to get a feel of the place. It looked pleasant enough, and the aroma of sweet treats was enticing. She couldn't help but hum along to Clarissa's singing, the subtext going right over her head as per usual.
With Clarissa on booth claiming duties, Marcy tagged along with Sylvie as they went to pick a game, brows furrowing slightly as she examined their options. Holy hell, there were a lot more board games out there than she realised. A couple familiar titles sure, but they were vastly outnumbered by ones she had never heard of. Ticket to Ride? Smallworld? Betrayal at House on the Hill? Some didn't even use real words - The hell is a Dixit? Or an Agricola?
Sylvie gestured towards the Monopoly box, to which Marcy shrugged. She didn't care much for it - too many bad memories of going bankrupt every fucking time she landed on her sister's hotel - but at least she knew how to play it.
"Yeah, I guess that..." she began, before spotting something out of the corner of her eyes: A game that she not only recognised, but had actually played and even enjoyed!
"OOoooh, Cards Against Humanity!"
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Claude simply tagged along with the girls as they browsed, rolling his eyes playfully as Sylvie stuck her tongue out at him for his remark. Since he had no real reason to even consider getting new clothes, he just followed his friends as they browsed clothing stores. When he heard Clarissa start to sing, he seemingly didn't mind it and enjoyed the song, blissfully unaware of the effect it was having on the smallest of the group.
As they all finally arrived at Connect Pour, Claude didn't plan on browsing through the selection of tabletop games that the gimmicky café had to offer. Instead, he opted to walk over to the shelves and blindly grabbing whatever the first box his hand made contact with was. There was no knowing what game Claude had picked since he immediately swiveled on his feet and headed straight towards the booth that Clarissa had chosen.
Booths were something he enjoyed from a food establishment, they were pretty comfy to Claude. Of course, there was the risk he ran where he could get stuck in the booth due to his size... but that hadn't happened yet, and this wasn't going to be any different...
...Claude hoped so, at least.
Sliding into the booth, opposite of Clarissa, with little to no difficulty, the tabletop game box he had grabbed was set down on the table. Since Claude had yet to see what game he had chosen on a whim, he looked down to see what game he had picked at random and was content with what he had picked: Jenga.
"I think Jenga seems like a fun game to play, but so do the games you two are suggesting. To be honest, I'm fine with whatever we end up playing!" Claude chuckled before glancing at his copper haired friend, "You not going to order anything, Clarissa?" Unlike her, he planned on ordering enough food to make up for having missed out on the school lunch today. Whatever he ordered here was sure to serve as better sustenance than the government mandated slop he thankfully missed out on earlier.
"If you want us to order for you, I'd be more than happy to oblige, y'know..." He reassured his, quite frankly, airhead of a friend.
As they all finally arrived at Connect Pour, Claude didn't plan on browsing through the selection of tabletop games that the gimmicky café had to offer. Instead, he opted to walk over to the shelves and blindly grabbing whatever the first box his hand made contact with was. There was no knowing what game Claude had picked since he immediately swiveled on his feet and headed straight towards the booth that Clarissa had chosen.
Booths were something he enjoyed from a food establishment, they were pretty comfy to Claude. Of course, there was the risk he ran where he could get stuck in the booth due to his size... but that hadn't happened yet, and this wasn't going to be any different...
...Claude hoped so, at least.
Sliding into the booth, opposite of Clarissa, with little to no difficulty, the tabletop game box he had grabbed was set down on the table. Since Claude had yet to see what game he had chosen on a whim, he looked down to see what game he had picked at random and was content with what he had picked: Jenga.
"I think Jenga seems like a fun game to play, but so do the games you two are suggesting. To be honest, I'm fine with whatever we end up playing!" Claude chuckled before glancing at his copper haired friend, "You not going to order anything, Clarissa?" Unlike her, he planned on ordering enough food to make up for having missed out on the school lunch today. Whatever he ordered here was sure to serve as better sustenance than the government mandated slop he thankfully missed out on earlier.
"If you want us to order for you, I'd be more than happy to oblige, y'know..." He reassured his, quite frankly, airhead of a friend.
Huh, why had Claude come back that quickly? Clarissa considered the posibilities: Claude actually didn't really want to be here and was just picking something, or Claude was tired and wanted to sit down right away, or Claude wanted to get food and was thinking more about that than picking a game, or maybe he was just letting the girls choose, or maybe he was keeping her company so she didn't feel left out, or or or
Clarissa got a headache from the possibilities. She turned her brain off quick.
"Oh, Jenga? I know that one yeah." Clarissa shot a peace sign at her vertically overpowered friend. Put blocks in a tower, pull them out one by one until someone toppled Babel. It was a fun game, and the rules were pretty simple.
"And no, I'm definitely ordering something. I only ate breakfast and practice was tough today." The only reason Clarissa hadn't been found by the others melting into the gutters of the parking lot was because ice cold showers and a Monster Zero Ultra could revive even the most broken of human spirits.
"I was honestly considering..." Clarissa snapped a card out of her rose-printed slim wallet and dropped it onto the table. Alyssa Rochefort- age 21. Courtesy of Joanne's unknown license forger, Sylvie suggesting the last name so Clarissa could pretend she had French swag, and ItsAlyssa from the Dream SMP cast.
She raised an eyebrow at Claude, smirking briefly as she thumbed at the cafe menu's promise of drinks she was certainly the wrong age for.
"But nah, I'm a good Christian girl. Probably. I'm going for a milkshake." She pointed it out on the menu. "Oreo Malt, sub in oat milk because, like, why not." There was a lot of food Clarissa didn't really care for ordering. Oreos and milk was a go to, and after she'd given it a try it turned out she'd liked the non dairy milks too? The mouthfeel wasn't the same, but it was still good.
As the other two girls returned Clarissa was quick to:
"Marcy!" She patted the booth seat by her. Leaving only one slot for the red bow ranger. Damn, Clarissa was on a roll today.
Clarissa got a headache from the possibilities. She turned her brain off quick.
"Oh, Jenga? I know that one yeah." Clarissa shot a peace sign at her vertically overpowered friend. Put blocks in a tower, pull them out one by one until someone toppled Babel. It was a fun game, and the rules were pretty simple.
"And no, I'm definitely ordering something. I only ate breakfast and practice was tough today." The only reason Clarissa hadn't been found by the others melting into the gutters of the parking lot was because ice cold showers and a Monster Zero Ultra could revive even the most broken of human spirits.
"I was honestly considering..." Clarissa snapped a card out of her rose-printed slim wallet and dropped it onto the table. Alyssa Rochefort- age 21. Courtesy of Joanne's unknown license forger, Sylvie suggesting the last name so Clarissa could pretend she had French swag, and ItsAlyssa from the Dream SMP cast.
She raised an eyebrow at Claude, smirking briefly as she thumbed at the cafe menu's promise of drinks she was certainly the wrong age for.
"But nah, I'm a good Christian girl. Probably. I'm going for a milkshake." She pointed it out on the menu. "Oreo Malt, sub in oat milk because, like, why not." There was a lot of food Clarissa didn't really care for ordering. Oreos and milk was a go to, and after she'd given it a try it turned out she'd liked the non dairy milks too? The mouthfeel wasn't the same, but it was still good.
As the other two girls returned Clarissa was quick to:
"Marcy!" She patted the booth seat by her. Leaving only one slot for the red bow ranger. Damn, Clarissa was on a roll today.
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"Cards against-"
-Humanity? Pretty vulgar, though, isn't it? She would've said, putting on a mischievous little grin at Marcy's suggestion which would've been designed to indicate sarcasm and her intent to participate. However, her thought stream had to cut itself off as Claude just... snagged something and left with an implacable confidence that left her a little stunned. Well, shit, down to two options. Not that she minded, shrugging to herself as she slid Monopoly back into its slot. Too long and too argument-provoking a game, anyway.
"Well, alright." She ended up chuckling a bit, grinning at the sudden nature of his action as she stood up and trotted right behind Marcy. They took their seats, as Clarissa gestured to them. Sylvie herself took a little special care in positioning herself next to Claude. Little treat of crush interaction she could allow herself. As she plopped herself down, she narrowly avoided noticing the literal driver's consideration of drinking, for which she would have very quickly laid down a lawyer-morality-fueled scolding. Her eyes thus turned to the menu before they turned to the games, the boxes plopping in the middle of the table. She leaned forward, cutely smushing her cheeks against her hands as she propped her elbows on the table and rested her head on them.
"Mmm... strawberry hot chocolate... and a cream crépe." Sylvie mused to herself, licking her lips hungrily as her eyes rested on the name of her well-known favourite fruit and flavour. Strawberries, strawberries, strawberries. Pretty, sweet, red little things, just like her. Honestly a bit typecast-ey, but Sylvie didn't care, she loved the little bite-sized juice cones in just about any snack she could eat that had their name on them.
She relaxed herself in the café chair as everyone else's orders came pouring out, eyes now turned down to the two selected games. Seemed as though a bit of voting would have to occur. She didn't hold any particular attachment to the games set on the table, but they were, to the best of her knowledge, a good time. Her eyes flitted up to her compatriots as she thought a bit.
"They're not, like... long games. We could totally play both." She piped up, still with a relaxed expression, disregarding the little bit of red it turned into on eye contact with Claude. She continued speaking, cool and collected. "Just a question of what comes first. I say Jenga. Let the blocks fall while our yums aren't there for them to fall onto."
-Humanity? Pretty vulgar, though, isn't it? She would've said, putting on a mischievous little grin at Marcy's suggestion which would've been designed to indicate sarcasm and her intent to participate. However, her thought stream had to cut itself off as Claude just... snagged something and left with an implacable confidence that left her a little stunned. Well, shit, down to two options. Not that she minded, shrugging to herself as she slid Monopoly back into its slot. Too long and too argument-provoking a game, anyway.
"Well, alright." She ended up chuckling a bit, grinning at the sudden nature of his action as she stood up and trotted right behind Marcy. They took their seats, as Clarissa gestured to them. Sylvie herself took a little special care in positioning herself next to Claude. Little treat of crush interaction she could allow herself. As she plopped herself down, she narrowly avoided noticing the literal driver's consideration of drinking, for which she would have very quickly laid down a lawyer-morality-fueled scolding. Her eyes thus turned to the menu before they turned to the games, the boxes plopping in the middle of the table. She leaned forward, cutely smushing her cheeks against her hands as she propped her elbows on the table and rested her head on them.
"Mmm... strawberry hot chocolate... and a cream crépe." Sylvie mused to herself, licking her lips hungrily as her eyes rested on the name of her well-known favourite fruit and flavour. Strawberries, strawberries, strawberries. Pretty, sweet, red little things, just like her. Honestly a bit typecast-ey, but Sylvie didn't care, she loved the little bite-sized juice cones in just about any snack she could eat that had their name on them.
She relaxed herself in the café chair as everyone else's orders came pouring out, eyes now turned down to the two selected games. Seemed as though a bit of voting would have to occur. She didn't hold any particular attachment to the games set on the table, but they were, to the best of her knowledge, a good time. Her eyes flitted up to her compatriots as she thought a bit.
"They're not, like... long games. We could totally play both." She piped up, still with a relaxed expression, disregarding the little bit of red it turned into on eye contact with Claude. She continued speaking, cool and collected. "Just a question of what comes first. I say Jenga. Let the blocks fall while our yums aren't there for them to fall onto."
The V9 Children themselves:
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
The Machininst - Raya Loux The Petite - Sylvie Rattray-Aubert The Forlorn The Tough Guy - Manuel "Mañana" Hernández And here's outdated info about them plus where (not all of) their relationships are: viewtopic.php?t=9024
Did... Did Claude just... Wow.
Marcy was stunned, uncharacteristically silent as Claude grabbed a random game and walked off, having seemingly decided what they were playing irrespective of their ongoing discussion.
Sylvie seemed to find this amusing. Marcy did not.
"We're playing Jenga then, I guess" Marcy blurted out under her breath, a hint of venom to her voice. Oooh, that ruffled her feathers. Screw what she or Sylvie had to say, not like they were having a conversation or anything right? The absolute gall of this mother fucker. She just wanted to walk right up to him and...
No no, calm down Marcy. Don't go chewing out Sylvie's crush right in front of her. He probably didn't mean to come across as a chauvinist douchebag. He's just a clueless French himbo, as has been well established at this point. Just... Think happy thoughts. The scent of freshly baked cookies, the welcoming warmth of a hot bubblebath, the feeling of Finn's chest pressed against her cheek... Aah, much better.
With a (slightly) strained smile on her face, she made her way back towards the booth, gripping her box a little too tightly as she sat herself down besides Clarissa. To Claude's credit he did seem open to the games they were suggesting, which was good because she was absolutely going to suggest they play her game too. But, for now she'd relent to his and Sylvie's suggestion - Just as well really that Jenga was a game she liked anyway, even if she would've preferred being asked about it first.
"Fine by me" she said with a smile, reaching out to pull the box towards the middle of the table. Setting it up was easy enough, all she had to do was open the lid and carefully turn it upside down, slowly lifting up the box to reveal the tower already assembled. After which she opted to take the first turn, carefully prodding out a middle piece before placing it atop the tower.
Her turn taken, Marcy took the opportunity to look over the menu, rubbing her chin in contemplation as she considered her options. Quite a fair few sweet treats, but what did she feel like having? "HMmmmm..."
Unlike Sylvie, she did take note of the driver's licence, looking up to Clarissa with a knowing smirk. "Think I'll have a Miss Scarlet"
Her finger pointed towards a selection of Clue-themed alcoholic milkshakes, the Miss Scarlet being a strawberry shake mixed with a delicious cream liqueur.
Marcy was stunned, uncharacteristically silent as Claude grabbed a random game and walked off, having seemingly decided what they were playing irrespective of their ongoing discussion.
Sylvie seemed to find this amusing. Marcy did not.
"We're playing Jenga then, I guess" Marcy blurted out under her breath, a hint of venom to her voice. Oooh, that ruffled her feathers. Screw what she or Sylvie had to say, not like they were having a conversation or anything right? The absolute gall of this mother fucker. She just wanted to walk right up to him and...
No no, calm down Marcy. Don't go chewing out Sylvie's crush right in front of her. He probably didn't mean to come across as a chauvinist douchebag. He's just a clueless French himbo, as has been well established at this point. Just... Think happy thoughts. The scent of freshly baked cookies, the welcoming warmth of a hot bubblebath, the feeling of Finn's chest pressed against her cheek... Aah, much better.
With a (slightly) strained smile on her face, she made her way back towards the booth, gripping her box a little too tightly as she sat herself down besides Clarissa. To Claude's credit he did seem open to the games they were suggesting, which was good because she was absolutely going to suggest they play her game too. But, for now she'd relent to his and Sylvie's suggestion - Just as well really that Jenga was a game she liked anyway, even if she would've preferred being asked about it first.
"Fine by me" she said with a smile, reaching out to pull the box towards the middle of the table. Setting it up was easy enough, all she had to do was open the lid and carefully turn it upside down, slowly lifting up the box to reveal the tower already assembled. After which she opted to take the first turn, carefully prodding out a middle piece before placing it atop the tower.
Her turn taken, Marcy took the opportunity to look over the menu, rubbing her chin in contemplation as she considered her options. Quite a fair few sweet treats, but what did she feel like having? "HMmmmm..."
Unlike Sylvie, she did take note of the driver's licence, looking up to Clarissa with a knowing smirk. "Think I'll have a Miss Scarlet"
Her finger pointed towards a selection of Clue-themed alcoholic milkshakes, the Miss Scarlet being a strawberry shake mixed with a delicious cream liqueur.
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Out of all the possibilities that Clarissa thought of as to why he had come to the table so quickly, only three of them were true: he wanted to eat first and picked a game at random; he wanted to let the other girls choose their game; he wanted to keep her company so she didn't feel left out.
When Clarissa suddenly pulled out a forged drivers license, Claude glanced at the small piece of plastic, then at her, then back at the piece of plastic, back at her, and then back at the plastic card, "Lemme guess, Joanne?" He spoke with an unamused tone as he looked back up at Clarissa, who was smirking at him with an eyebrow raised, her thumb pressing against the section of the menu that had alcoholic drinks.
He breathed a sigh of relief once Clarissa made it clear she was just joking, hopefully. "An oreo malt sounds tasty, but oat milk?" Claude was baffled by the thought of it; he was not a big fan of that type of milk. "Forget it, I'm sure you have a reason for wanting to try it." If his friends wanted to experiment with what they ate, who was he to try and stop him...
Glancing back down at the menu to see what food and drinks were offered, they were all less than stellar choices for Claude. It all looked great! Sure, but there wasn't much, if anything, in terms of meats and veggies. Maybe today he could try something else for a change? Yeah, that sounded fine. As he listened to the woes of Clarissa, he sighed and looked back up at her, "I'm guessing you weren't in the mood for the government mandated slop we were served in lunch today either?" An understanding smirk appeared on his face before he noticed Marcy and Sylvie coming their way.
The sight of Marcy tightly gripping the box that held the cards for Cards Against Humanity with a strained smile was enough for him to realize that her temper flared up. Despite that, Claude wasn't intent on mentioning it to her. Once all four of them were sat at the table, with Sylvie sitting closest to him, the young man took note of how Sylvie immediately began to ogle the strawberry centered drinks and meals; something that he always found fitting and funny about his friend. "Still can't go a day without your strawberries, huh?" He teased her lightheartedly, flashing a smile so bright that one would swear it blinded Sylvie and melted her into a puddle...
...It didn't, though, he just smiled at her before turning to look back down at his menu, blissfully unaware of the effect his smile had on his friend.
"I think I'll just have some funfetti muffins and a chocolate vanilla milkshake." Claude stated casually since these two were the only items on the menu that caught his attention, and if the café allowed him to order more, then it was a perfect meal to make up for missing out on lunch. Who knew that he was a funfetti type of guy!
And he hadn't had a milkshake in quite sometime, so what better time to have one than now.
After deciding on what he would order, Claude slid the menu to the side as he glanced up at Marcy, who set up the jenga tower and had already pulled a piece out and set it on top, "We going to go clockwise or counterclockwise?" A question for all of them to decide the answer to. And like most times, he was fine with what was decided upon. When Marcy snatched the license and opted to go for a Clue themed alcoholic beverage, Claude silently prayed that whoever took their order didn't notice the forgery.
When Clarissa suddenly pulled out a forged drivers license, Claude glanced at the small piece of plastic, then at her, then back at the piece of plastic, back at her, and then back at the plastic card, "Lemme guess, Joanne?" He spoke with an unamused tone as he looked back up at Clarissa, who was smirking at him with an eyebrow raised, her thumb pressing against the section of the menu that had alcoholic drinks.
He breathed a sigh of relief once Clarissa made it clear she was just joking, hopefully. "An oreo malt sounds tasty, but oat milk?" Claude was baffled by the thought of it; he was not a big fan of that type of milk. "Forget it, I'm sure you have a reason for wanting to try it." If his friends wanted to experiment with what they ate, who was he to try and stop him...
Glancing back down at the menu to see what food and drinks were offered, they were all less than stellar choices for Claude. It all looked great! Sure, but there wasn't much, if anything, in terms of meats and veggies. Maybe today he could try something else for a change? Yeah, that sounded fine. As he listened to the woes of Clarissa, he sighed and looked back up at her, "I'm guessing you weren't in the mood for the government mandated slop we were served in lunch today either?" An understanding smirk appeared on his face before he noticed Marcy and Sylvie coming their way.
The sight of Marcy tightly gripping the box that held the cards for Cards Against Humanity with a strained smile was enough for him to realize that her temper flared up. Despite that, Claude wasn't intent on mentioning it to her. Once all four of them were sat at the table, with Sylvie sitting closest to him, the young man took note of how Sylvie immediately began to ogle the strawberry centered drinks and meals; something that he always found fitting and funny about his friend. "Still can't go a day without your strawberries, huh?" He teased her lightheartedly, flashing a smile so bright that one would swear it blinded Sylvie and melted her into a puddle...
...It didn't, though, he just smiled at her before turning to look back down at his menu, blissfully unaware of the effect his smile had on his friend.
"I think I'll just have some funfetti muffins and a chocolate vanilla milkshake." Claude stated casually since these two were the only items on the menu that caught his attention, and if the café allowed him to order more, then it was a perfect meal to make up for missing out on lunch. Who knew that he was a funfetti type of guy!
And he hadn't had a milkshake in quite sometime, so what better time to have one than now.
After deciding on what he would order, Claude slid the menu to the side as he glanced up at Marcy, who set up the jenga tower and had already pulled a piece out and set it on top, "We going to go clockwise or counterclockwise?" A question for all of them to decide the answer to. And like most times, he was fine with what was decided upon. When Marcy snatched the license and opted to go for a Clue themed alcoholic beverage, Claude silently prayed that whoever took their order didn't notice the forgery.