After the Football Game!!

[adelena]

"Well, honestly if it was up to me I'd be there, but some people," she gave Vinnie a meaningful look, "wouldn't let me go!" She liked that her brother cared about her, but at some points it was just too much. Like not letting her go to any high school parties ever. It wasn't like she was missing out on too much though; obviously she wouldn't have had a very good time with Blane and in her opinion most of the cheerleaders were vain airheads, except for a few like Brooke. Lena much preferred hanging out with her band friends, especially the drum line. She decided that she probably wasn't going to do cheer leading next year so she could play in the stands with the rest of the band.

"Is it too late for me to order something?" she asked no one in particular. She really was hungry and could go for some mozzarella sticks.

[Ravi Malone]

Ravi took a deep breath of relief when the football players left. Now Kyan didn't have to get involved and he wasn't going to get hurt! This mad Ravi very happy to know that Kyan was safe now. If he had to, Ravi would have jumped in to help Kyan, but thankfully it didn't come to that. Now they could just enjoy their food with out fear of getting beaten up! Ravi was very excited to try his, um. . . .what ever Kyan had ordered.

[vinnie]

Vinnie rolled his eyes at his sister's comment; he really didn't care if she didn't like it, but there was no way in hell he was letting her go to one of those after the football game drinking parties! He was glad that no one in the group seemed to mind to much that she had joined them in fact, Brooked seemed to have welcomed her in a way. During the whole situation with Blane Vinnie couldn't help but notice that Viola had seemed very eager for a fight. He laughed to himself thinking about it; most girls didn't like fights and thought they were stupid manly things, but apparently Viola liked fights just as much as a guy did.

"So you like watching fights?" he asked Viola with a smile.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"I know that's going to be one of my fonder high school memories; watching Blane get punched in the face by Lena." he sighed, "priceless. Aw, fuck! I wish I would have been video taping that or at least had a picture! I guess I'll just have to hope the memory stays with me forever." Talk about Karma, nobody else Desmond knew deserved that beating more than Blane.

"Hey, do you think he'll really tell your dad you're here?" Desmond asked Garrett with concern. The last think Desmond wanted was for Garrett to get beaten by his father just for hanging out with him. Desmond cared about his friends more than he cared about himself and didn't want anything to happen to Garrett. Maybe he should offer for Garrett to spend the night at his house just in case. . .

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett shrugged in what he hoped was a careless manner. He honestly wasn't sure at this point: Blane might be more worried about his nose than telling his dad about how he spent his evenings.

"I'm not sure. I'll just crash at Pat's tonight to be on the safe side," he said.

[brooke]

Brooke wondered what her own parents would think of her new company. Her mother had been a cheerleader, and popularity had meant the world to her. She had been so very happy for Brooke while she had been with Blane. Her parents had even overlooked his abusive tendencies because they were convinced that he was the perfect boy. The fact that they knew his parents, both families were rather well off and 'high society' people, didn't help her any.

Her parents didn't know she was working at the Comic Book store. They didn't even know she read comic books! They expected her to be a girly girl, the popular girl, and that was all. Marry rich, never have to work... that wasn't what she wanted, but it was what they wanted for her. She could only imagine what they would do if they knew how much she had changed since the start of the year.

She smiled at Garrett, hoping to put him at ease. She wondered if he would be okay. "He'll probably forget as soon as he goes back to the party. He'll be lucky to remember tonight at all."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Oh, ok." said Desmond with relief. He's forgotten about Garrett's brother. Patrick would take care of Garrett, so every thing was going to be cool. Desmond's stomach growled loudly and his looked around in shock; he hadn't realized how hungry he was! Those fries at third quarter seemed like ages ago! "I'm so hungry!" he whine as he laid his head down on the table and clutched his stomach. He couldn't wait for his cheeseburger! And his milkshake! And his fries! GAAA!! Desmond loved being over dramatic about things, it was fun. Hehe.

[brooke]

Brooke laughed at how dramatic Desmond was being over his food. "I'm sure it'll be out soon!" she said to reassure him. She was growing quite hungry herself, but didn't say anything about it. After all, she knew the food was coming... surely that little episode with Blane had distracted the waitress as well as the whole diner from the food for a few minutes.

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett shrugged, trying to seem indifferent.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said to Brooke.

He too felt his stomach lurch slightly: the pangs of hunger distracting the others and himself from the subject of his father and Blane. For which he was grateful.

[Debbie Novotny]

Debbie came back out with five plates balanced on a large tray. She set it down on the edge of the table, careful not to hit Tadhg or Brooke. She passed out each tray: Desmond, Garrett, Kyan, Audrey and Brooke.

She went back to the coutner and came back with four more plates and drinks which she also distributed: Ravi, Vinnie, Viola, and Tadhg (plates).

"There you go," she said looking over at the newcomer. "Can I get you anything while I'm at it?"

[Viola Hastings]

Viola grinned in a slightly embarrassed way. She had always eben a big tomboy: she and her guy cousins had always rough-housed and wrestled as kids.

"Well, I would have jumped in if I could, but I don't mind seeing a fight or two," she admitted. "I mean. . .not that I'm a violent person. . .I'm just not squeamish."

[vinnie]

"Thanks Deb." said Vinnie politely to Debbie when she handed him his food. "I think my sister wants the same if it's not too much trouble." He then turned to Viola and smiled. "I know what you mean, some girls are just like that." he said, "I'm surprised Lena didn't turn out to be more of a tom boy." It was quite surprising to Vinnie with Lena growing up with out a mother and having two older brothers and several older cousins as well. "Want one?" he gestured toward his mozzarella sticks, "Just be careful; they're really hot."

[Viola Hastings]

"Oh umm yeah, thanks," she said taking one.

He was right: they were hot, but she didn't let it show. She gestured towards her plate of . . .I wanna say poppers. . .too lazy to look back.

"Do want some?" she asked in return.

[vinnie]

Viola didn't seem to mind that the mozzarella sticks were scowling hot; she really was a tough chick. Vinnie looked at Viola's plate curiously; he'd never had, umm, what ever they were before. "Um, what's in them?" he asked. "And, um, what are they called again?" He didn't want to sound stupid, but he honestly hadn't tried them before. He was a creature of habit and always got his mozzarella sticks.

[Debbie Novotny]

Debbie glanced down to remind herself what Vinnie had ordered and went over to place an order for Lena. She waited around until it came out. It didn't take very long as it was jsut some mozerella sticks and a drink.

She came back out and placed the plate down in front of Lena. She starightened herself up and looked around to make sure everyone had everything.

"There you go, hun," she had said to the girl. "All righ tif you kids need anything: just yell."

[Viola Hastings]

"These are jalipeno poppers," Viola said uncertainly. Had he never heard of them? Wasn't that a crime iin some cities? "They have jaleeno peppers and cheesey sauce inside them. They're amazing."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond positively squealed with glee when his food was brought to him. "THANKS DEB!" he exclaimed so loud that some of the other customers gave him dirty looks, but he didn't care; he was fucking hungry. The cheeseburger was so fucking GOOD! AH! "Ohmahgawdooguys." said Desmond with his mouth full. He swallows before speaking again. "It's like there's a party in my mouth and everyone's invited. Except Blane and all the other ass holes from our school." He took another big bit from his cheeseburger then took a sip from his milkshake. He fucking loved the diner. It was probably his favorite place on earth ever.

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett just stared during Desmond's little outburst and proceeded to eat his food. He glanced over at the girl who was talknig to Vinnie again and quickly forced hismelf to look away. She was talking to Vinnie and he to her. . .so he should just forget about it and turn his attention to his food. He shook his head at Desmond's comment about Blane and the others.

[vinnie]

"Oooooo." said Vinnie with interest. He did like jalapenos and cheese so why the fuck not? He took one off of Viola's plate and popped in his mouth, hence the name. It wasn't as spicy as Vinnie had expected, which was kind of a let down, but it was quite good none the less. "Thank you, that was very good actually. How's the mozzarella stick?" he asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

[adelena]

"Thank you." said Lena to Debbie when she delivered her food. She looked around at what everyone else had gotten and frowned at all the meat; she was a vegetarian, but it wasn't her place to force others to be too so she kept her mouth shut. Then she notice how every guy, expect her brother of course, at the table was attractive in one way or another. Ooooer. But, alas, they were probably all Vinnie's friends and at least half of them had to be gay. Oh, well, there were still quite nice to look at especially the one with the tattoos and Blane's cousin.

[Tadhg Kelly]

Tad watched his cousin's little flirting fest with a bit of suspicion. She might seem discreet to others, but he'd seen her go about this before. He decided instead to focus on the food he'd gotten: a thing of curly fries.

"You can have some if you want," he offered to Brooke. "You all can if you want: I mena I could eat all of these, but somethign tell sme that wouldn't be entirely healthy."

[Viola Hastings]

"Told you," Viola said, finishing off the mozarella stick. "It was really good. I like them."

She then ate one of her poppers and grinned, they were so nice. They were like goldfish. . .she could eat them everyday.

[brooke]

Brooke took a fork and stabbed a few holes in each of her poppers. Okay, so maybe stabbed was a little too harsh of a word. Poked was more like it. She noticed a few weird looks from some of the others and smiled. "What? It helps cool them down faster!" she said. She hated burning her mouth... that could hurt for days!

Once they had cooled for a moment, she took a bite of the first one. "Mmmmm," she said, smiling. "These are delicious!" Turning to Tadhg, she shook her head. "No, I'm fine, really."

She didn't want to eat everyone's food... after all, these weren't the healthiest of food items. "Well," she said, giving in. "Maybe just one." With that, she took a curly fry. "You can have a popper, if you'd like!"

[audrey]

Jesus fuck, why did Desmond have to be such a tard? Audrey slide down in her seat when he yelled about getting his stupid fucking food. She decided to just ignore him and occupy her mind with other things like what Vinnie was up to. The stupid fuck probably didn't realize he was totally flirting with Tad's cousin, Violet or what ever the fuck her name is. It's starts with a V, Audrey knew that much. Oh, how cute they were sharing food! So were Brooke and Tad and they were an official couple. Hmmmm. . . . God, Vinnie is such a stupid fuck. Audrey had to get this moving faster some how.

"Oo, Vi," sang Audrey, just going with the first syllable of the name, that's all she was sure of, "What would you say is hotter, the poppers or Vinnie?"

[Tadhg Kelly]

"No thanks," he said eyeing up the poppers. "Yeah I have bad expeiences with poppers: let's just say we dpn;t get along."