In order to give people a place to get away from the traffic jam of the buffet and information tables, most of the chairs and tables for guests were set up further out on the lawn, under a tall blue and gold tent. There was plenty of room for everyone to sit down and enjoy themselves, but it might not have all been dry. Did we mention being
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Except the food was really good. Maybe half an hour.
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"Nope," Topher said. "I've seen 'em, though. Looks like it's two peppy girls, one goth chick, a tiny freshman and a weird-looking guy."
Which he would just announce because he had no manners.
Holding out a bag of Doritos, he offered, "Chips?"
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Yes, Topher, just keep gossipping about your peers in public, where any one of them could come take offense.
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He wasn't trying to set Topher up to be taken offense to. Per se. But it would be funny if it happened.
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Just keep not trying, Peter. It happened on its own.
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A little.
If Topher said no, Peter might just go over there and tell Cassel his friend Topher wanted to know if he'd ever been outside. Just for the fun of it.
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No fair, Peter. MEAN.
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Peter shrugged casually. "Suit yourself. I might go over there in a bit." He reached to take some more chips. "The chipper girls?"
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"One of them's from LA," he asserted with certainty. "Got the look all over her. And the other... can't tell. Something's up with her."
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"I guess," Topher said, though he didn't know about curious. "Seems like more of a... health thing. Maybe she has three months to live."
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"Three months to live, and she winds up here?" Peter said, whistling. "Poor girl."
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But that was sociopathic, so.
"Yeah, it sucks," he agreed. "Granted, it's just a guess. Maybe she's just on drugs or something."
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