a caravan of kids, a big old mess.

[havah]

* enfys is sitting on Candice's bed with John Keel's laptop >:)
* Candice is turning up Reggaeton LOUD to block out whatever's playing in the next room on the TV.

* Constantine is trying not to snort beer up his nose whilst laughing. Which is both painful and difficult when you've lost your sense of timing.
* BenC has been snuck in through the back, constantly shushing his rather excitable dog Hilde-or-Rhosyn, and is upstairs with Enfys and Candice. The dog's tail is wagging like a /crazy/ thing. They're on an adventure! Whee!
John, it's ringing. Stop making noises. >:E
Right, right. Be vewy vewy quiet, yes. *Shushes :3*
* Candice is moderately happier with the puppy around. "--I'll get it." She picks up the phone and gestures for SOMEONE to turn the music down. "Hello?"
* enfys sits up on her knees, looking INTERESTED. "Who's it?"
That's /Candice/. How did I dial Candice?
"...Enfys, you wanna take this." She passes the phone over.  
... Well, talk to Candice then. *LOGIC.*
* BenC turns the music down, petting the puppy quiet. It's not working very well.
"...Hello what who?"
I don't want to talk to Candice! You talk to Candice.
"...oh, it's you."
No it isn't. JOHN. Damnit.
* enfys gives Candice this long suffering look.
* BenC looks at Candice. "Who is it?" he hisses.
* Constantine grabs the phone. "Hi is this the um, Domino's? Hi."
* Candice leans in next to Enfys to listen, utterly bewildered. She mouths "Blake I think" at Ben.
* BenC facepalms and leans in close as well. He is /such/ a girl, haw.
* Blake kind of cracks up. Audibly.
"...Constantine."
".../John/? What the hell?" ... Candice swooore.  That's a quarter in the swear jar.  Yes.
Yeah hi - NO. You must be thinking of someone else. Charming and English.
"I don't know any charming Englishmen." B|
I'd be insulted if I was who you think I am.
Good thing you're not, then.
... what?
"Put him back on the phone, John."
Hey, is that a guy's voice, also?
Nope.
* Candice nudges Ben, giggling.
>:)
* enfys giggles quietly.
:O see, John, see.
Oh, okay. But - what? See what?
"John, give the phone to Blake, /right now/."
She wants to talk to you. *Offers? :D*
"What are they even /doing/? This is so inconvenient." ... inconvenient.  Yes.
* enfys gets off Candice's bed to take the phone call INTO THE HALL. This will end well.
No this is exactly what I said I did /not/ want to do, John, remember I made a /list/
Did you? ... Oh, right. No, Enfyyyys, he will not talk to you. Talk to meeee.
* BenC looks at Candice. "We're gonna miss the fun." They should follow her. Clearly.
-- and I'm putting you on it. *directed at Enfys? John? o___o*
"You two /stay put/," Enfys gives Ben a glower and shuts the door behind her. "--right, what the hell?"
I think I'm on enough lists already, you know. A few.
* Candice shakes her head at Ben. "I don't even KNOW what's going on anymore."
Tell me... tell me which boy is with you. Are you guys having a threesome? Because, I need to know who's there to picture that.
... John. You think about sex all. The time. Don't you?!
Hi I have a penis, what ELSE should I think about?
.......... where's that list.
"It's Ben. You two should just come over, it'd be eas--OW, you fucking cunt--" Enfys DROPS HER PHONE in the ensuing scuffle to knee Christopher in the crotch.
* BenC skritches Hilde-or-Rhosyn behind the ears, and she pants happily and drools on his leg a bit. "I didn't even know to begin with."
Oh hey, she invited us over. I think. To her cunt?
"Did you just--ENFYS, you okay?"
* enfys collects phone and bolts back into Candice's bedroom. "Bloody /arsehole/--not you, John--YES, I'm fine, he PINCHED MY ARSE!"
* BenC is going to get blamed for this somehow, isn't he.
"Really hard, it's going to bruise." >:E
What? Who? That's not-- wait, what. I'm unhappy with this, it displeases me.
Me too. Bloody hell, Enfys, who ELSE is there? *D:*
"Jason's stupid jerky friend who keeps calling us 'an ice cream sandwich', I don't even know what that /means/ but I'm sure it's filthy!"
* Blake looks at John expectantly.
Oh, well. Yes, it is filthy. ... We should go punch him.
* BenC looks back at Candice and starts to get to his feet. "Should I do something about this?" Even though the only thing he can immediately think of would, in the long run, be more embarrassing than it's probably worth.
* enfys neglects to mention she kneed him in the balls. "Yes, you should." Pouty pouty.
Lots. Hey, we have bottles, let's break them and bring them along.
................................. okay.
"Oh my God, did he really--" She fusses over Enfys a little.  "No, just---stay here, Ben, okay? Please?"
* enfys presents her butt to Candice. Thank you. "Are you coming then?"
* BenC sits back down. ". . . okay."
Not ye- oh, over? Yes.
I think. Are we going over, Blakey?
I'm. Gonna call the driver. 'sponsible.
Don't call me that, you cunt.
"Right, see you when you get here...I'm going to ice my arse or something."
Pissy bitch. Okay *:3* Try not to freeze it off.
"... okay, well, if the boys are coming over, I'm going to go tell my brother.  And have a word with Mr. Grabby out there." This will surely go well, miss 'made of tiny,' you just ... march on out there.  Brb to go SETTLE THIS (not really) while her typist gets soda.
"Yeah, yeah, Blake'd miss it." Enfys hits 'end' and curls up next to Ben. >:E >:E >:E
* BenC prods Enfys's arm. ". . . you know, you guys should put actual pants on before they get here."
"Don't have any. I just came in my uniform."
... Oh she hung up. TO THE BLAKEMOBILE.
Borrow some of Candice's, then.
Shut up, I will end you. *does no such thing, TO THE CAR, ROBI--John*
* Blake is totally going to fall asleep on the way over.
"It's too warm in here." >:/ STUBBORN.
* Constantine is going to regret he has no marker to doodle on Blake's face with :<
Well, don't blame /me/ for what happens when John and Blake show up drunk and see you dressed like that.
* Blake would probably wake up and bite him >:E
* BenC is the worst ever at pretending to be straight. This is like a law of physics by now.
"Give me your jacket then." :V
* BenC retrieves it from wherever he dumped it. "There."
* Constantine would... probably cuss him out and smack him for that, so it's just as well he's only capable of... mussing Blake's hair. TOTALLY STRAIGHT TOO.
* enfys puts Ben's jacket on over her tshirt and knickers. This is a CLASSY ENSEMBLE, GUYS.
Nnrgh. :/ *bats at John.... like, 2 feet to the left of where he was aiming for*
* BenC golfclaps.
* enfys does a little strut-twirl.
* Candice is arguing vehemently with her brother in Spanglish in the kitchen, and theeeen there is an indignant squeal and the thud of girlfeet heading back to Candice's room. "... I am NEVER SPEAKING to any of them again," she announces, "Also, I stole Jason's whiskey." >:\ Look, bottle in hand.
* Constantine snort-laughs and musses the hair MORE >:3
"What /happened/?"
Stoppit, I will fucking /end/ you. *..... again, no attempt at such. O hay, they're here! Sure. >_>*
"I tried to help him up.  Christopher, I mean.  He wasn't exactly grateful." She puts the whiskey bottle on her desk and stares at it as if it is the cause for ALL THE WORLD'S SUFFERING.
Heeey we're there, c'mon *SHOVE*
"..." Enfys GOES OUT THERE--oh shit, the boys are here. Sidetracked from vengeance to sneak them in!
Don't shove me. Where're the bottles? Did we break them yet?
No, no, they're in me coat, can't break them in the car.
* Candice follows Enfys. "Don't get into a fight, the neighbors will call the cops and our /parents/--"
Candice, I recommend sweatpants.
"It's not a fight if it's just a beating--"
But fighty times *:( Halfway out of the car maybe?*
* Blake may be blocking the way >_>. He is being /careful/ about getting out.
* enfys is going to freeze her ass off poking outside to find Blake and John. Also, Enfys, if you're putting a jacket on to make yourself decent, /zip it the fuck up/. Or don't, fine.
* Constantine is really not. Drunk and klutzy John is drunk and klutzy.
* BenC gathers up the puppy, because he doesn't trust her in the room by herself, and also follows Enfys out.
* Blake squints at Enfys, ascertaining pantslessness whilst trying to help John remain vertical.
"Cops.  They will be called.  When did our lives become a telenovela, out of curiosity?" So dramatic.  She slips on house shoes and ... goes out after them, rather than be left behind.  Her current state of dress doesn't seem to bother her, actually! "Hi."
"...you didn't /drive/, did you--" Yes, she's immediately over there and fussing.
* Constantine is perfectly capable of remaining vertical, sir. It is Blake who needs the okay that's a pack of lies.
*to John* You suck. *to Candice and Enfys* Hi.
Pfffno he has a driver see.
"...they're drunk, too, aren't they."
Oh yes, hello. Hi.
* BenC is here too! With a puppy in his arms that's probably actually a bit to big to be carried around, though she seems to be enjoying it. "Looks like it to me."
* enfys leans over to wave at the driver, and starts hustling them towards the house. She sniffs Blake for Candice's benefit. "Yes. They are."
Dog. *presumably means the ... actual dog, not Enfys sniffing them*
"Marvelous.  You get thing one, I'll get thing two." She grabs John's arm and starts hauling.  >:| TINYGIRL IS ANNOYED.
So there is.
Oh hi Candice *:D amble amble totter.* I brought bottles!
* enfys huffs and hauls Blake along with her. "Don't--talk."
*to Enfys* John sucks. >:|
ONLY IF YOU ASK NICELY, BLAKE.
* Candice SHUSHES THEM. And possibly hits John's arm. "Shut UP, my brother's here!"
* BenC snorts. "Yep, dog," he says cheerfully, and tries to herd them all inside without laughing his ass off.
* enfys wraps her arm around Blake's waist to better have control in case she needs to shove him bodily into something.
Dream on, Johnnyboy. *cranes his neck to look at Ben, who is a BOY here that isn't John*
That's why we have bottles *sage nod.*
* BenC is a boy, yep. Whether he's a BOY is up for discussion.
* Blake is in no state to attempt to differentiate. BOY. HERE. NOT JOHN.
"My room.  Now." She shoves at them all unhappily.  Hey, the whiskey bottle is still there! "Explain the correlation between bottles and my brother, please."
* enfys takes off Ben's jacket when they get there.
Wow. Didn't think you had it in you. *to... Candice? Probably*
Well we're gonna break - hey is that whiskey *zoomj*
* BenC gives up and takes his jacket back. Not his fault.
* Constantine is just going to slug it back straight from the bottle if he's not stopped :9
* enfys folds her arms and goes >:|
We're going to break them and use them to hit whoever pinched Enfys's's's arse.
"You're not /breaking/ anything, you're all drunk--JOHN." She attempts to take the bottle away.  "Have /what/? I don't even--no you are NOT."
* BenC sets Hilde-or-Rhosyn back on the floor, and she immediately goes barging around to sniff at people's feet and jump up at their legs HI THERE HI THERE :D
* Constantine clings to the bottle with a shocked pout. Alcohol. HIS.
* enfys covers her eyes with one hand. "I didn't think he was serious about breaking bottles! They don't even think I have virtue, let alone want to defend it!"
* enfys talks about the drunk louses like they're not present, y.
Gah. Dog. Hi dog. *kind of collapses into sitting posture to let the dog lick his face and such* It sounded like fun.
"Well, he did pinch you! And he--I don't know what to term what that thing with his hand was when I was helping him up but it was gross, at least it's not going to bruise--but if /anything/, we should call my parents." ... yes that would go well.  "Otherwise? You're all staying put."
Of course I was bloody serious, do I look like the kinda bloke who can win a sodding punch up without fighting dirty?
Haha, no. You really don't. *utterly shameless*
* BenC is keeping an eye on the dog, but pretty much all she's doing is slobbering on Blake a lot, so that's all right.
* enfys sits down by Blake and gives him a shove. "At least I'm only going to bruise where nobody's going to /see/." Except Garion, haw haw.
Well you're no better, kitten. *... WHAT.*
"If there's going to be a punch-up, Enfys and I will handle it.  Or Ben can! Because we're sober.  Okay?"
* Candice taps on her computer, briefly.
Ben. Would you like. A bottle. *He attempts not to squish the dog when Enfys shoves him.*
* BenC also pokes at Candice's computer. Without asking.
* Constantine is still trying to reclaim the whiskey >_> "/I'd/ like a bottle. This bottle."
. . . for what purpose?
* enfys collects her dad's laptop. "Don't take anything he gives you, Ben."
Well, you don't have to sign a contract or anything. But you can't hit me or John with it. No, you can hit John.
* Candice backs away from John, bottle in hand. "No. You're cut off." B|
I wasn't planning to /drink/ anything he gives me, don't worry.
"Give me the bottle, Candice."
Yeah... hey! *>:/* Awww. But I. Did. Good things!
And nobody better go near the dog with any bottles at all. >:|
* Constantine gestures expansively and then falls over backwards.
* BenC golfclaps.
Casually: "I'm going to end him."
... That - ow. That's what you /always/ say.
"...what did you do--" She hands the bottle over to Enfys and crouches down by John.  "Are you okay? You're an extremely high-maintenance drunk, Blake is twice as easy to deal with, FYI."
* Blake narrows his eyes at Candice.
* BenC 's dog wanders over to lick John's face instead, since he's made himself such an easy target.
* enfys sits crosslegged on Candice's bed and tucks the bottle...let's kindly say 'in her lap'. You get the idea.
Who me? I'm fine. Also, Blake is a pissy bioh hi dog *patpat*
*the dog griiiins. pettings :D*
* Candice sits back and raises her eyebrows at Blake.
* Blake frowns accusingly. "You're calling me easy." >B(
"You are /not/ easy," Enfys says. ...it does not sound like a compliment.
"... I did not call you easy, I called you less of a mess than John, currently.  It's a compliment."
* Constantine bursts into laughter at that. "I thought we establisheeeehed the opposite?"
* Blake hmfs at both Enfys and Candice. "Shut up, John! I'm going to duct tape you to the flagpole." That's ... not a euphemism, actually.
* enfys 's cell rings again. She eyes it accusingly and then answers. "Hello...?" ................hello there furious tirade in Gaeilge, probably you can imagine what she's saying from her tone.
"...you're all insane and I'm going to put pants on now."
* Candice goes to dig through her dresser.
Pants are useful, yes.
"Why didn't you have pants on?" He sounds genuinely curious, like this is some kind of curious natural phenomena, such as bower birds or sloths hanging to stuff.
* Constantine is still on the floor with a dog :3 And doesn't care about flagpoles, apparently.
"--/cheap lying bastard/--"
"Originally, it was just Enfys and me, so we don't need pants." She has little step team capri sweatpants to go with her croptop! \o/ "You're both drunk so you won't remember, at least, annnd Ben doesn't care what I wear."
* Candice sneaks a worried look at Enfys.
* BenC is attempting to listen to Enfys even though he understands none of it whatsoever.
* Blake slides his way upright against the bed, and makes a grab for Enfys' phone. Hot *intelligent commentary.*
* enfys ...lets him take it. A young English man is trying to burst through her barrage of Gaeilge, "--Enfys, Enfys--"
* Candice makes a face at John, flops down on the floor, and leans against her bedframe. "Enfys, s'that?"
"Nobody IMPORTANT." >B|
Into the phone: "Okay SHUT IT, cause I'm gonna break a bottle over your head and jab you in the eye until you speak American, damnit."

See? Better *grin.*
"Is it /really/?" Skeptical look.
"I'm the guy holding Enfys' phone. She's busy putting pants on." Offhanded, self-satisfied.
. . .
* Candice muffles a little laugh at that, though.
* BenC shifts to sit near John and Hilde-or-Rhosyn so he can ruffle her ears.
* enfys leans in to hear what will be said to THAT. ["...why isn't Enfys wearing pants."]
Totally *randomly American.*
* Constantine may end up drunkenly flopping vaguely against Ben to facilitate dog-scritchings. Hi :3
"Avast, matey," she says, glibly, and rises to exit the room, having ascertained nothing is going to EXPLODE in the next three seconds, "I'm getting you two some water."
* BenC is flopped against. "Hi," he says, though the mun knows perfectly well that wasn't dialogue.
Gin and tonic, cheers *cheeky grin.* H'lo, Ben, how'd you end up here?
"We've speculated that she was having a threesome with Candice and Ben," he says conversationally. "Cannot confirm or deny. They're very cute. Not Candice and Ben. Well, maybe they are, I haven't given any thought to it. Her panties, I mean." Lalala he is off in TMI land, yes.
* enfys starts laughing quietly. ["Tell her I'll call back," comes the icy response as Anders -- FOR IT IS HE -- hangs up.]
* BenC blinks at the side of Blake's conversation he can hear. "The dog and I are here to protect their virtue," he says, deadpan.
Oh, well, you forgot to protect their bleedin' arses *completely amiable.*
* Blake drops the phone on the bed petulantly. "Why do people hang up on me? And what's the dog gonna do, slobber on the pinching guy's foot?"
* enfys flops on the bed.
* BenC leans back on John, either because he fails at the whole personal space thing or just because John's there. "She's a sheepdog," he says, indignantly. "She's supposed to be very protective."
* Candice has another brief Spanglish-smattered altercation with ...someone, and MAN can she yell behind closed doors, apparently. ...also she's being yelled at BACK. When she returns she has water, though! Which she places on the desk. "Well, she should ... go protect, then, please."
"Of sheep, maybe." He sits on the bed and quite casually starts twirling a bit of Enfys' hair around his finger.
... Blimey, that was loud.
"He called me 'jodienda puta,' he had it coming.  And his accent sucks." She settles on her desk chair.  "What now?"
* Constantine is ignoring the water in favour of mutual flopping with Ben. Take that how you like.
* enfys eyes Blake, and chooses to just...not...do anything. For now.
Breaky bottles, punchy face? *scrtichy dog.*
"No," she says, firmly.  
... Hmm. ... Punchy nuts?
"John, give it up, you can't even stand."
"Stop thinking about sex." He adds helpfully.
I can and I can't. *... What.* So, that leaves drinking more, smoking, or cursing. ... Oh, hey.
*the dog licks John some more. Don't go anywhere, she likes the skritching.*
"How about you stay on the floor with Ben and Hilderhosyn, don't drink, and don't smoke? Cursing I'm fine with."
* Constantine continues the scritching. "... Well, if you say so." >__> "So, what's this sod's name then? For like. So we know who you're yelling at."
"Bob Dylan." Flatly.
"Christopher McWankstain."
* BenC 's dog's name is apparently Hilderhosyn now. Wonderful.
* Candice nudges Enfys with her foot. "Dooon't help him."
"Christopher McWankstain Bob Dylan said he'd call you later, by the way." He's a helper!
Pfff c'mon.
"I wonder if Da would buy me a new phone..."
* enfys ...no he wouldn't, Enfys.
Teeeelllll me.
"Just get your number changed, s'easier."
"How d'you do that?"
* Constantine whines petulantly :<
"Can I have your phone, Enfys." Haw haw haw, yes, he would really enjoy messing with Anders' head.
"Only if you get me a new one, I /need/ that."
"Call the phone company, I guess." She shakes her head at John.  "Why do you want to know so bad?"
If you don't tell me I'm gonna get up and do something stupid.
I bet you can't.
"I'll push you over," she threatens.
"You /said/ you wanted me to buy you things /anyway/," he says, petulant again. "Ben, just sit on John."
"Well, if you're /going to/, then you can have it!"
... Hey, I just realised. I have bottles in my coat. ... *pokes his pockets curiously to see if anything broke.*
*Nothing did, miraculously.*
I'm not sitting on him if there's broken glass involved.
* BenC isn't into that, okay.
* Blake grins happily (well, okay, happily for him, which means smugly) and pockets Enfys' phone.
"I'm reminding you when you're sober." >:V
Blithely: "Is it a camera phone? You have naked pics, right?"
"Not on my /phone/ I don't."
Anyway, I just wanna know. Because I like... fucking... well that too but, I mean, bloody, personalising cuss-outs. *Carefully retrieves bottles.*
"I'll ask him, John. While 'McWankstain' is a very old and distinguished name, I'm /guess/ing it's not his."
"Hang on, who are we talking about?"
"Your phantom caller, looks like."
The bastard who pinched your butt and keeps making Candice yell, for me.
"Oh, /him/. Never mind." ... close call, there.
* BenC doesn't feel like sitting on John, anyway, so he shoves Hilderhosyn over onto John's lap. She's a /big/ puppy, a lot like a half-grown German Shepherd, so she weighs about thirty pounds and should keep him out of trouble for a bit.
Although, the other one is also a valid... expletive target.
If'n you like *angelic smile.*
"The guy in the living room is named Christopher.  He's twenty-one, I don't know why the hell he's hanging out with my brother." She keeps SWEARING.  :[
* Constantine also has a lap full of puppy, oof :O
Christofuckingpher, 'ey. Hmm.
"The other one is Anderson Blakely." ..................really.
(yes really.)
Chrisoddingwankstaintophuckingass *:D*
* Blake squints one eye at Enfys.
"/What/?"
* Constantine laughs into puppy X3
. . .
* Candice stares at John. "That was horrible."
* BenC is actually sort of impressed. The puppy just wriggles a lot.
"And that's what you sent after me to butter me up about Dodge's, isn't it." Suddenly severe.
Told you so *:3 Aww, then he'll lean back and pet it, instead.*
And - /and/ I fucking told you, Blake, that's not bloody well what I was even there for. Prat.
"It wasn't specifically about Dodge's, no, considering, as you pointed out the other day, you're not the only guy around with a car.  Zachary has one." ... she pauses.  "Enfys wanted you to come with."
* Candice types casually on her laptop, la la la.
* Blake just sort of sneers at John a bit, but doesn't say anything to Candice. He withdraws his hand from Enfys' hair.
* enfys frowns and tucks her knees up to her chest.
I'll walk there if I have to. I'm bloody intrigued by now *sniff.*
* BenC vaguely gestures towards Candice and her laptop. "We should talk to Dane. I think he's lonely in chat."
"I'll take you." Vaguely irritable, but also ... distant. He's definitely /thinking/, in a very specific things-may-turn-out-badly way. "And whoever."
"I like it there.  They're used to me and Enfys by now, I think." >_> She nods at Ben.
"'Whoever'." Enfys echoes, flatly. Don't start a fight with Blake in Candice's bedroom, just drop it. ...which apparently occurs to her, because she subsides and turns her attention to her laptop.
Great. That'll be... hi. *Siiiideways slide.*
* BenC is being leaned on more, isn't he.
"Yes, including your royal highness if she so generously deigns," he's still got a bit of sneer pasted on, there.
* enfys smiles horribly at him. "Promoted me from peasant, then? Well, I'd be /honored/."
* Candice hands one of the glasses of water over to Ben, if he'll be good enough to keep hold of it over there. "For Drunky McDrunkerson. Withhold puppy privileges if he refuses." :D?
You guys should just fucking kiss and make up already, it'd be - HEY, no. I'm keeping the puppy. *Hugs it :<*
* BenC nods. "Got it." And offers the glass of water to John. "I wouldn't try that," he adds, "my grandma's fond of her. You don't wanna piss off my grandma, trust me."
* Blake glares at John. "Did you want to walk home, is that it?"
"Segue, please, someone?" Helpless look at Enfys.
I piss off everyone's grandmas *glibly sips water.*
"Let's play truth or dare." :D
Uhoh.
Also, you still can't have my dog.
"...okay.  Sure."
This is an idea from Enfys. This means I should object. ... Well okay, but can I keep her in my lap for a bit? S'warm *he will even actually drink water properly, see?*
"Oh god. John, I'm going. Here's a twenty, call a cab." Cranky McCrankypants must be getting sober-ish.
* BenC 's grandma is /scary/ when she gets mad. Aunt Susan had to get it from somewhere, after all. "Yeah, if you drink that water." Good boy.
Shit give him the whiskey.
"Enfys had it last, I think." She's resigned herself to this by now.
* Constantine flails vaguely - oh yeah, water. Splash.
*The puppy flails, too. Though that's because she's been splashed on. And is going to make grumbling noises now.*
"Sorry for the trouble, Candice." Ohhh, fancy, he's going for cool politeness. He better be careful, he may strain something.
"I want to go home, too." ...but Enfys has no way of GETTING there, so she just goes and curls up against Candice.
You all need more drunk. *... Yes, clearly.*
* Candice considers, and looks at Blake. With an arm around Enfys, because. "Well--would you mind?"
"We've got plenty with you here, John--would what--?"
Moooore.
I don't think /you/ need any more, John. Drink your water.
* Blake nods at Candice, and looks to Enfys. "C'mon then. And John, I swear to god, duct tape. Flagpole. /Naked/."
* enfys ...looks blankly between them for a minute before she clicks and gets up to collect her things. "...'nks, Blake." THAT WAS PAINFUL TO SAY, FYI.
Promises, promises
"Thank you." She smiles, a little tiredly.  "I'll make sure John gets home in one piece.  Ben, too, of course."
I c'n just sleep here. S'fine. *That is not a cue to /start sleeping/, John.*
* Blake gives Ben an odd, narrow, amused sort of look. "Please, I'm not going to inflict John on innocent bystanders." He strides over -- oh yes, SRS BUSINEZ strides -- and shoos the puppy, preparing to bodily carry John off. ....... pimp?
* enfys puts her uniform skirt back on, as well as her shoes, and collects laptop and bag. "Right, bye Candice, Ben," Candice gets a cheek kiss and a hug for her troubles. Of which there are many tonight.
Gzzngh?
* BenC glances back at Blake with a /so what/ kind of look, for a moment, and then retrieves his dog. "Bye."
"...yeah, uh, I cannot explain how catastrophic it would be if my father found you here, John." She hugs Enfys back.  "Talk to you later? Online, maybe."
* Constantine is, incidentally, surrounded by a little sea of empty bottles now. ... How many guys did he think he was gonig to be taking on, here?
"I'll be on AIM probably. We going, then?"
Fathers suck ass. *blinkblink SO AWAKE.*
* Blake has one of John's arms around his shoulders, and is semi-dragging, semi-lifting him. "/John/. The flagpole may be much sooner than you think, at this rate." He heads out without formal farewells.
"They can, allegedly.  --bye, guys."
* enfys gives Candice a helpless look and follows after them.
* BenC feels vaguely guilty for being relieved that there was no truth or dare.
Huhbye *incoherent noises and eventual actual walking!*
* BenC also sort of topples over, because he doesn't have anyone to lean on any more. Sigh.
* Constantine would totally have fallen asleep on Ben in drunken inadvertancy, but noooo.
* Candice sinks back in her chair with a wry look Ben's way. "Thank you. For coming over here. And...being sane, also."
* BenC wouldn't have objected either, he's nice like that. "Well, sane is pushing it. But you're welcome."
"When do you have to be kicking off?" She sounds vaguely concerned about it.
* BenC isn't actually tired, he just feels like being flopped on the floor here with the dog's head on his stomach. "Not soon, if y'want me to stick around until we're sure the idiots are gone."
"It'd be appreciated, yeah.  Why does everyone have to /drink/?" She is a little frustrated by this...totally common teenage tendency, yes.  "Even Zachary."
* BenC ruffles Hilderhosyn's ears. Candice is in such trouble if that name sticks, btw. "Because everyone else does, and it's not allowed. And in moderation it actually is pretty fun."
* Candice has heard this logic before, and looks unsure of it. "I guess. I didn't know you did."
I do, sometimes.
* Candice swings around in her desk chair. "Oh." She pauses. "Do you think I should relax about it?"
* BenC shrugs. "Well, if you don't think it's a good idea, I don't blame you. People do stupid things when they're drunk."
"...I guess.  I don't always wanna be that one who's--" She shrugs, too.  "Outside of what's going on.  But that does appear to be the trend."
I don't think you're outside stuff.
"I'm not--" She makes a face.  "I'm the youngest.  It's hard to forget most of the time." Possibly it would help if she didn't act like a huge spaz all day long, y/y? "Anyway, though, you're sure you won't get into trouble if you stay? My folks should be home around one.  I think."
* BenC considers this. "Can I still get out the back after they're here?"
"They'll probably call a half hour or so before, so you'll have a pretty big window of escape." She abandons her desk chair and takes her laptop to her bed to curl up there.
* BenC watches her, wondering what that is she's watching on YouTube. "Good to know. I don't live that far, it'll be fine." And anyway he's got this lovely big slobbery puppy to protect him.
* Candice is quiet for a second. "So, um. I was wondering something."
. . . yeah?
"How come you live with your grandparents? If it's okay to ask." She rests her chin in her hand.
* BenC flicks his tongue over his lip, looking up at the ceiling. "It's a long story."
"'kay--I won't bug you about it.  If you don't want to say."
* BenC looks vaguely sheepish. "It really is a long story. And kinda awkward." And he's honestly not sure if he wants to tell her. They're good friends and stuff, but he figures telling a Catholic you're gay is about as wise as telling the Air Force.
"Okay.  S'fine." She smiles a little, uncertain.  "Other stuff! That we can talk about."
* BenC smiles back. "Well. What're you talking to Dane about over there?"
"Parental strictness and the list of people telling him what to do.  Should I say hi for you?"
Sure.-- Actually.
* BenC dislodges Hilderhosyn, who grumbles and then curls up and starts snoring again, so he can go over and peer over Candice's shoulder.
* Candice makes faces at the screen. "These are bizarre."
* Candice flails a little!!
* BenC stares. "Yeah, seriously."
* BenC leans over occasionally and ganks the keyboard.
* Candice squeaks indignantly! But allows this. "Brat."
Hey, my computer's at home.
"Still a brat," she grins.
* BenC thwacks her. Lightly.
* Candice yelps dramatically and pretends to fall off the bed.
Brat.
* Candice climbs back up >:E
* Candice hears the phone ring!! She rushes into the next room to attend to that. Leaving Ben with her computer for a bit. \o/
* BenC cackles evilly . . . okay, not really, but Candice's desktop picture might be different when she gets back.
* Candice returns! "Okay, my folks are gonna be home in like...twenty minutes."
* BenC looks up. " . . . Okay. We better get out, then."
"'Kay.  Um--do you need anything, I mean--walking alone in the dark seems kinda--" Fussing: it's what Candices are made for.
* BenC shrugs and scrambles off the bed, nudging Hilde-or-Rhosyn in passing with his foot. "Get up, you lazy creature," he says, entirely affectionately. "Nah, I'll be fine, I've got the dog. And it's only a few blocks."
"Ferocious attack dog that she is." She scritches Hilderhosyn a little, because that is a cute puppy, okay.  "Talk to you later?" Hopefully?
* BenC retrieves his jacket and the dog leash in the pocket of it. "Yeah, I'll sign back online when I get home."
"Good." She hugs him quick before he goes.  "Thanks.  Really.  For coming by and all."
* BenC hugs back. "No problem, it was fun. G'night."
"Good night." She will help him escape!
* BenC escapes! And goes home. The dog even keeps relatively quiet.
* Candice closes the door after him, goes upstairs, annnd locks that door too. GOOD NIGHT, MOON.