[if you want to be treated like an adult, eat your tacos like one.]
WHO: Mark, Nico, Victor, any friends of the aforementioned, and Gert if she's around
WHERE: the only apartment in the City that has a Warning: Deinonychus on Duty sign
WHEN: TACO TUESDAY
WARNINGS: teenagers and tacos I guess
SUMMARY: Tuesday night is Taco Night.
FORMAT: is running away
Nico scrunched her eyes shut, fighting the burning itch of imminent tears. She blinked hard, trying to catch herself before she lost it and they bubbled over. She paused, sniffed hard, and set down the knife.
Cutting onions blew. At least she'd had the forethought to take her contacts out and switch to glasses before starting in on cutting and mincing everything that went into their self-serve taco dinner. She ran a knuckle under her eye, trying to catch the irritated tears before they made too much of a mess of her mascara and eyeliner. Her fingers came back smudged with gray and black.
Ugh.
She definitely should have made Vic cut the onions.
WHERE: the only apartment in the City that has a Warning: Deinonychus on Duty sign
WHEN: TACO TUESDAY
WARNINGS: teenagers and tacos I guess
SUMMARY: Tuesday night is Taco Night.
FORMAT: is running away
Nico scrunched her eyes shut, fighting the burning itch of imminent tears. She blinked hard, trying to catch herself before she lost it and they bubbled over. She paused, sniffed hard, and set down the knife.
Cutting onions blew. At least she'd had the forethought to take her contacts out and switch to glasses before starting in on cutting and mincing everything that went into their self-serve taco dinner. She ran a knuckle under her eye, trying to catch the irritated tears before they made too much of a mess of her mascara and eyeliner. Her fingers came back smudged with gray and black.
Ugh.
She definitely should have made Vic cut the onions.