Jeff had booze. Jeff, where did you get booze? With his booze he also had secrets. Anyway, it was just a case of beer, and drinking was very slow-going because he didn't like the taste that much, but drinking alone on the roof of the dorm seemed like a great way to end a new year. Not that he was angsting or anything. It was actually pretty calm and gave him time to do up blueprints in his head.
Then when the fireworks started it made for a nice view.
It was probably best not to question what Falcon was doing on the roof of the dorms at midnight on New Year's, but there he was, carrying a six pack and looking especially broody.
Which, really, when you thought about it, wasn't terribly different from how he usually showed up to places.
What was different, however, was the nonchalance with which he seated himself next to Jeff and produced a bottle opener.
Jeff was definitely questioning what Falcon was doing on the school roof instead of with Samus or something. But that was not nearly as alarming as the fact that Falcon was here to witness Jeff's crazy underage drinking adventures and those situations never ended well. Even if Jeff wasn't drunk, nor was he aiming to be. But Falcon didn't know that. He didn't seem to care either.
Trap? Whaaaaat. Why on earth would this be a trap? It totally wasn't, not by any stretch of the imagination Jeff you were just being silly.
Falcon nonchalantly flicked the bottlecap off his alcoholic beverage of choice with the opener, taking a long sip as he watched the tiny metal disk land on the ground below.
Byrne had never been one to celebrate the New Year. In fact, it never occurred to him that the New Year had arrived until he heard the fireworks from his room.
He momentary forgot why there were fireworks in the first place, so he ventured outside to the central area to investigate. Also, he had to admit that the fireworks were a beautiful sight.
Phoenix was also outside admiring the fireworks. It was cold, but he was bundled up in winter clothing. Yeah, he had a pretty sweet view from the courtyard on a chair.
And in that courtyard, you'd see a girl with weird hair popping like fifty firecrackers. No really, she kept pulling them out of her bag. Popopopopopopopop.
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So close, yet so far.
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[Red cautiously poked the passed out security guard with the tip of his foot. Gone already?]
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welp.]
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Then when the fireworks started it made for a nice view.
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Which, really, when you thought about it, wasn't terribly different from how he usually showed up to places.
What was different, however, was the nonchalance with which he seated himself next to Jeff and produced a bottle opener.
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Jeff was definitely questioning what Falcon was doing on the school roof instead of with Samus or something. But that was not nearly as alarming as the fact that Falcon was here to witness Jeff's crazy underage drinking adventures and those situations never ended well. Even if Jeff wasn't drunk, nor was he aiming to be. But Falcon didn't know that. He didn't seem to care either.
IT WAS A TRAP.
Jeff just stared for a while.
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Falcon nonchalantly flicked the bottlecap off his alcoholic beverage of choice with the opener, taking a long sip as he watched the tiny metal disk land on the ground below.
"...What?"
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He momentary forgot why there were fireworks in the first place, so he ventured outside to the central area to investigate. Also, he had to admit that the fireworks were a beautiful sight.
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"Hey, that looks fun," he commented.
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She just going to give you some for your own use. And by that I mean, she threw them at you so you better catch them and join the party.
"And the best way to bring in the new year! Let 'em rip!"
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Suddenly, Fireworks.
It was nicer.
"Yeah, assholes! It's 2012," he chimed out as he raised his glass.
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