We Didn't Die Party!

[notasingleword]

Who: Ariel and whoever wants to come!
What: PASTA PARTY!!
Where: Vista Way; Ariel's & Freddie's apartment
When: Sunday Night
Warnings: None but I'll update if needed!



[Sunday morning if you're wandering around Vista Way, you might spot a new flyer hung up around the building. It's everywhere really, so it's hard to miss. Pick one up and you will read (if you understand bad handwriting):]

"You are invited to Ariel's very first pasta party! We'll be celebrating our new home and being alive! Please arrive promptly at dinner time at Ariel's and Freddie's apartment!"

[If you decide to come, you'll find Ariel busy in her kitchen as she's preparing dinner. She made a lot of pasta and meatballs. Like too much. It's ungodly. Hope you're ready to eat a lot! The girl smiles brightly as her guests arrive. She never got to host an after party during their time in the manor, so this is the closest she'll get!

Thanks for coming! I'm so happy to see you!

Comments

[faciliheir]

Oh, don't worry, someone is gonna be eating those by the time we're done.

Now, think over your words really carefully. Because your answer to the question "What food is better than the kind cooked by my actual wife?" is directly related to how much emotional and physical pain you're gonna be in.

[andbegone]

My food.

[without hesitation. he embraced death years ago]

[faciliheir]

Hm. I see.

[thinks...]

Yeah, if you don't start eating those meatballs right now? I'm gonna start taking fingernails.

[andbegone]

Oh, are you?

I'd really like to see you try.

[faciliheir]

[tries to shove him again]

[andbegone]

[he guesses he's stooping to this now so.

tries to shove right back]

[faciliheir]

[she stumbles back, looking utterly furious that he'd fight back or something stupid like that. but now she officially can't get in trouble for fighting him that's the rules.

so in this mature teenage girl fight her next step is to try to snatch at his hair.]

[andbegone]

[he only really gets to be smug for like, half a second about actually getting something done because he really.. didn't expect her to go for the hair, given that he's not actually. used to physically fighting people. the yelp of pain he makes is wildly undignified but, you know, he feels that it's justified.]

Hey hey hey HEY. HEY. UNFAIR.

[faciliheir]

EAT THE DAMN MEATBALLS!

[TRIES TO DRAG ONTO GROUND]

[notasingleword]

[Should she stop this? She probably should. But Ariel is too damn pleased with this too.]