After the events at Walmart, the four girls had become rather close-knit. Sarah spent most nights in the Avenger mansion with Clint, so this morning she had been subsequently dragged out of bed by Mariah, to take a tour of the University the three girls (Mariah, Claire, and Naida) attended. Never mind that Sarah had already finished school, and had a full-time job.
So Sarah and Mariah were sitting in the Quad in the warm sunlight, watching as students milled around, relaxed, playing around. There were also a group of Jesus-freaks milling around campus, trying to impart ‘knowledge’. “What do you do for joy?” One of the ultra-religious nuts asked, loudly.
Sarah flashed her friend a devilish grin, straightening in her seat. “You want to know what I do for joy?” she drawled, flicking away the cigarette that had been cradled in between her fingers. Suspicion rose on the Jesus-freaks’ faces. “Sinning.” She said, flatly. “Premarital sex. Oh, I love premarital sex.” Sarah moaned, as if thinking about that exact thing.
Mariah hid her face in her hands, trying to hide her giggling. “In fact, I sinned just this morning. Twice.” Sarah continued, before beginning to describe- in graphic detail of what she had done to Clint- or Clint had done to her that morning. At the end of it, some of the Jesus-freaks looked quite traumatized- one or two…interested.
“God! Sarah! I did not need that image!” Mariah complained, pulling her friend to her feet, deciding to guide her friend away before any confrontation could follow.
“Hey, you! You’re cute! If you change your mind, why don’t you give me a call!” Sarah called, dragging behind her friend. “I’m sure you can find my number in one of those men’s bathroom stalls!”
Jesus people on campus asked me what I do for joy. I said I love sinning- especially pre-marital sex.
Mariah, Naida, and Natasha had somehow been wrangled into taking Clint’s newest ‘girlfriend’- the current flavor of the month- shopping with them. She didn’t seem too thrilled to be there either, quite honestly.
The brunette actually seemed quite hung-over, seeming terribly pale, with yesterday’s eyeliner still smeared beneath her lashes. She was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses in the brightly-lit Walmart, raising a hand to her forehead and wincing if the light got too bright, or someone spoke too loudly. The girls couldn’t blame her- they’d all seen how she and Clint had had a drinking contest the night before (no clear winner in any case), though she had claimed that Clint had won, since he actually got to stay home and sleep it off.
The quartet of women had taken to meandering through the huge store. Naida, Mariah, and Natasha had kept walking, taking a moment before realizing that Clint’s girl was looking at one of the stationary sets with furrowed brows, sunglasses perched on top of her head.
“Uh, Sarah?” Natasha ventured, apparently the only one who could recall her name.
“Ed Hardy Stationary. I bet Snooki wishes she knew how to write,” The brunette remarked, flicking the paper with a finger. The three other girls let out startled laughs. Sarah adjusted her sunglasses back over her eyes, striding towards them. “What? I’m pretty sure the girl has the IQ of a demented rabbit, if that.” She continued, as the three girls stared at her.
“I think we just decided that we like you,” Mariah replied. Sarah smiled.
“Good. Now let’s find me some fuckin’ french toast, because I ain’t leaving till we do.”
Ed Hardy Stationary at Walmart. I’m betting Snooki wishes she knew how to write.
Claire was out getting supplies, having lost a bet she was now forced to do so for the next week. She was still annoyed at Tony for making her think that it was her job in the first place. It so was not.
In any case, it was party supplies she was going out for. Shot glasses, alcohol, condoms, the usual.
Until her eyes landed on a particular item on the shelf. Naida was the first one to come to mind, and her fingers tapped out a text. “They have edible shot glasses at Target.”
No hesitation whatsoever, “There really is a God.” As an after thought the latter girl added, “You better grab those.”
(812): They have edible shot glasses at target.
(1-812): There really is a God.
Mariah was in awe. Or she would’ve been if she hadn’t been incredibly fucking furious. There was only one person that could’ve done this. Still seething over the fact she had to call someone to come REMOVE IT ALL, her hand grabbed her cell to pop off a pissed off text message. “Did you pour a hundred fucking pounds of sand in my car last night?”
The response was lightning quick, even though she was positive the recipient was suffering from a hangover. “lol… you weighed it?”
The guys taking it out certainly were. Good God, she was going to drop Naida in a mud puddle.
(631): Did you pour a hundred fucking pounds of sand in my car last night?
(516): lol… you weighed it?
They were at the Fair. Why? Because it was fucking awesome, that’s why. The whole gang had gone along with it and were relatively enjoying themselves. Steve had forbidden Clint and Nat from playing the games, unless it was guessing the ducks with the numbers..yeah.
While Tony demanded people to go on the fastest rides with him, Naida ended up keeping an eye out for a little boy that a mom had asked about. Eventually all of the Avengers were looking for him. With that many trained people looking he was bound to turn up at some point.
It was Nat that found him in the end, getting his face painted. Naida got the news through Claire and send back a mass text to the team. “Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.”
No one could keep a straight face after that, some of them even needing to take gasps for air.
(516): Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
“Come pick me up.” Naida sent her text to Bruce and Claire, knowing one out of the two would eventually respond. She was currently sitting on the curb just outside of the store. She also couldn’t decide whether to grin or to pout, so she settled for sulking.
Claire texted back first, “what happened?”
“i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section.”
Who knew that would be their new thing.
(215): i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section
Clint was two rows away from Steve in their university art class. Not that it really mattered. He was suffering from a hangover that the gods would admire whereas the blonde was perfectly content. Stupid Steve and his stupid ‘I don’t get drunk’-ness.
But then the brunette walked in and put Clint to shame. In awe, he texted Tony and Naida. “that freshman chick we always see on the weekends walked into art class wearing a jaegermeister shirt and holding a monster, which she proceeded to shotgun with a pair of scissors. It sickens me to know I will never achieve her level.”
Needless to say, Mariah and Naida quickly became friends after that.
(812): that freshman chick we always see on the weekends walked into art class wearing a jaegermeister shirt and holding a monster, which she proceeded to shotgun with a pair of scissors. It sickens me to know I will never achieve her level
Naida rolled off the couch and groaned. Why couldn’t there be an instant cure for hangovers? She had went out with Mariah. It explained a lot. Ignoring the noise that Thor was making as he made his breakfast of champions in the kitchen near-by, she checked her body for physical harm.
She found a post-it note stuck to her chest and her cell in her hand. She used a few minutes to focus her eyes on the glaringly neon pink post-it before firing off a text. “why did i make a hit list last night containing only McDonalds?”
It was only a few minutes before she heard an answering thump that was Mariah falling out of her bed. It was handy having everyone sleep under the same roof. A little while later and much pounding in the head -
“you tried to order a magarita mcflurry and when they said they didnt make those you tried to call 911.”
Oh yeeeah. Damn McDonalds.
(570):why did i make a hit list last night containing only McDonalds?
(1-570): you tried to order a magarita mcflurry and when they said they didnt make those you tried to call 911
What was even going on these days? Obviously three university students under the Avengers roof was turning out to be a very bad thing. Or a good thing, depending on how one looked at it.
Without Steve it would just look like a giant frat party all the time.
The newest resident of the mansion woke up and yelped, staring in horror and wonder laced with confusion. Seeing as a mass text in the house was usually the simplest solution to every blackout night, she fired one off. “awoke with 47 plastic lawn flamingos in my bed and on surrounding floor. explanation?”
Her response came from more than one person at the same time. Naida, Bruce, Tony, and Claire all replied.
“you said they were your minions of evil that protected you from ferrets.”
A pause. “They probably are.”
(508): awoke with 47 plastic lawn flamingos in my bed and on surrounding floor. explanation?
(1-508): you said they were your minions of evil that protected you from ferrets.