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[rues]

[ just for the record, america and clarisse should never, ever be allowed to hang out. seriously. they hit it off way too well for someone of clarisse's, er, disposition. but, come on, he has fucking raptors and he indulges her in her obsession with guns and shooting things. it's like a match made in a monthly subscription of guns & ammo.

tonight they aren't shooting anything, though. tonight they are getting wasted off their asses because clarisse still isn't allowed in the bar and america has moonshine in his bathtub and with the nightmares clarisse keeps having and the guilt that keeps eating away at her, she could really use a few drinks. she probably could just get a bottle of jack from the magic closet, but, you know, drinking by yourself is sad and lame. and clarisse is neither sad nor lame. she just wants to have a good time with the good ole united states of america.

but getting clarisse drunk is only asking for trouble. it's a good thing she can hold her own against giant metal bulls and ancient drakons, because, well... you'll all be getting a very drunken text about her newest victory. ]

I think i jsut punchd a raptro in t he face and survived

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[tact]

How do you know if you've survived if you're not even sure you punched a raptor?

[ got to be a pain in the ass. also, aren't you a little young to be this intoxicated? ]

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[resent]

[ cora's amused, not amused enough to quickly hit a reply back, though. but she's bored, and texting is easier than talking via audio or video. so, she stays holed up in her room. ]

How was it?

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[ripstides]

are we talking dinosaurs
or guys with really bad taste in music genres?

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[eatsyourscience]

what

[alwaysnext]

[Does Luke look bothered? Is he bothered? It's not like today is an important anniversary or anything.

It's not like he's developing a pointless vendetta against an innocent woman whose only crime is wanting to commit felonies with his attractive, yet assholish, boyfriend. And if someone's precious Captain America video has suddenly developed a fatal exception error, well, maybe they should have stayed in tonight.]

was it jackson? he deserves it ehs a prick.

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[monopolies]

[ This is not at all what America had anticipated when he offered Clarisse some of his godawful but highly potent moonshine. Which is really stupid, because what the fuck did he think was going to happen when adding alcohol to her personality? He had visions of traversing off into the night spreading joy wherever they went (read: yelling incomprehensibly in peoples' faces like two college kids who pregamed going to Homecoming but never actually make it to Homecoming because they're too wasted to make it off campus).

As it turns out, when you mix alcohol, the daughter of Ares, and a surly dinosaur, you get America wailing as he cradles his precious baby. Clarisse somehow managed to knock one of his little teeth out, though considering his plush life it's probably Jackson's pride that's the most wounded, though he's really not helping matters by his muffled cries of MOOOOOM into America's shirt. It's remarkable that's he's allowing himself to be hugged so tightly without trying to rip himself free from America's arms. ]

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HIS KIND IS EXTINCT HE JUST HAS EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS!

[ America sobs into Jackson's feathers. Somewhere else in the room, Ruth looks on somewhere between apathetic and approving. Apparently she thinks Jackson had it coming too. ]

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[embellishing]

That sounds highly uncalled for. What did the raptor do to deserve that?

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[kickassqueen]

Dude, that's an awesome achievement.

We should have some kinda board somewhere that lists them.

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[formercheerio]

You punched what?