When you had money and were creative you could make parties happen anywhere. Blair had both money and creativity in spades, and thus her party was born
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Parties weren't exactly Cal's thing; he couldn't exactly say he'd even ever been to one except the one the Object dragged him to back in middle school, but he figured he might as well check this one out, if only to provide a better case to be excluded from Ino's little antisocial boy harem. So he took a seat at a table, bored as he watched the proceedings and trying to count down the minutes to a time when he wouldn't feel like too much of a loser for leaving.
A bit dully, Cal casted his glance over to where Ned was leaning over, and curled his lip a little. "People don't usually say that if it's a good thing," he observed. "I look that bad?"
Assuming, of course, that Ned was feeling pretty bad being here, considering that, from what he knew of Ned, the guy wasn't exactly the world's most vibrant social butterfly.
"Not bad," Ned said quickly, shaking his head. "Like it's one of those things you don't want to do but you should do but you're not going to be happy about it."
"Things have been..." Cal paused a moment to trying decide the best answer for that. "...things. Ups and downs, really. How about with you? Haven't talked to you in a while."
"Eh." He shrugged and tried to smile. "About the same. Still don't want to flee but I couldn't even if I wanted since we're one some frozen tundra. Classes aren't bad. I've been baking some. It's...decent, I guess I can say. I'm almost afraid to though."
Cal let out a slight groan, leaning back a little himself as his hand moved up through his hair. "I'm with you there," he muttered. "I've had so many close calls lately that it's got to be right around the corner. Almost makes me wonder why I came here after all, really, because...those sorts of things breed in situations like this..."
And maybe Cal really shouldn't be talking about these theories with Ned of all people, but some things just went beyond his realization.
"Yeah." He knew how that went. "It's easy to drop your guard, right? After so long of having it up and keeping it up, it's easy to drop your guard. And then it just makes you an easy target."
Cal nodded, slowly, in an understanding as he could practically feel his guard rising up, straightening its slackening shoulders tensely. "Yeah it does. Just...have to keep it up as best you can..."
He blinked, realizing that paranoia was probably not a good place to be right now, he shook his head slightly and decided to change the subject. "So what're your classes, then? Anything good?"
"One on shopping, which I like, and one on...something else which I'm not sure of yet," Ned said. "We had to learn how to sneak out in a good way first class. Don't know what use I'm gonna have with it."
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Assuming, of course, that Ned was feeling pretty bad being here, considering that, from what he knew of Ned, the guy wasn't exactly the world's most vibrant social butterfly.
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And maybe Cal really shouldn't be talking about these theories with Ned of all people, but some things just went beyond his realization.
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He blinked, realizing that paranoia was probably not a good place to be right now, he shook his head slightly and decided to change the subject. "So what're your classes, then? Anything good?"
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Although Cal was wondering if he could grab some tips from Ned about precisely that thing to utilize in about maybe an hour or so from now.
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