Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[angel_dylan]

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again

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[goingtodorking]

Karen has found beads. She's laden in them, at least ten strands around her neck, and another lot doubled around her wrists. She sparkles as she darts around the party, hiding behind someone tall and sticking her head out. THere aren't any masks at this one, but there's chocolate milk and coke and cookies and stars hanging from the ceiling and Karen thinks it's really cool.

Really, really, really cool.

[dumbassbastards]

"I'm not even going to ask what you did to earn those beads," says Rollie, looking down at her and trying very hard not to smile. The bead-laden child and the beer in his hand are making it very, very difficult. "Whatever it is, you sure did a lot of it."

[goingtodorking]

Without thinking about it, Karen reaches up and takes Rollie's hand, her hand wrapped around two of his fingers.

"I just founded them. In a big pile. ShorHor won't come out from under the bed."

[dumbassbastards]

"ShorHor's a wise horse," says Rollie, shaking his head. "Of course, he'd be wiser if he was outside, but I'm not even going to worry about that today. Today your scrawny horse can do whatever he likes."

[goingtodorking]

"Don't call him scrawny!"

Karen isn't sure what scrawny meant, but she knows Rollie isn't being nice. She can tell by his face.

[dumbassbastards]

"He is a shrimp," says Rollie, ruffling her hair. "Just like you. Have you had anything to eat yet, shrimp?"

[goingtodorking]

"Don't call me a shrimp!" Karen kicks Rollie int he ankle, but, because she's not wearing shoes, it doesn't have much impact.

[dumbassbastards]

"Did you just kick me?" says Rollie, trying not to laugh. "Come on, obviously you do need something to eat. What do you want? Pizza? Spaghetti? Cheeseburger?"

[goingtodorking]

"Yeah, I did!" Karen grins up at him, still holding his hand. "I want....um...Pizza!"

She makes a face.

"Rollie. I don't like burgers!"

[dumbassbastards]

"Well how am I supposed to know you don't like burgers if we never have any around here?" he says, hauling the beaded child in the direction of the kitchen. "Cheese pizza, right?"

[goingtodorking]

"Yes," says Karen, holding onto Rollie's hand with both of hers. "But with the cheese all taken off."

[dumbassbastards]

"How about you take your own cheese off?" suggests Rollie, scanning the room for the pizza that's bound to be there. "A girl your age ought to be able to do that."

[goingtodorking]

"No," says Karen, stubbornly. "You have to do it for me."

[dumbassbastards]

"Okay, shrimp," says Rollie, again trying not to grin. "I guess I can do that for you. You think you'll be back in nappies next?"

[goingtodorking]

"Stop calling me Shrimp!" Karen punches him in the leg with her free hand. "Meanie!"

[dumbassbastards]

"If you don't want me to call you shrimp, you can take your own cheese off your pizza," says Rollie. "Either you're a baby or you're not, kiddo."