yeah sure, no problemo! i’m an even better swimmer went i’m feelin the juice. i’m already pre-gaming.
you already back or what? i’ll bring the sunscreen so you don’t burn up.
happy to hear your priorities are in order, dude. not sure if i buy the whole swimming under the influence thing, but i guess michael phelps probably does it, huh.
yeah, come over whenever, let’s get faded. i guess i have to catch up with you. and please, does your bronze ass even own sunscreen?
Having to pull an all nighter to finish my journalism paper…
Anyone wanna come keep me awake?
hey, you’re twister’s friend, right? not sure if i’m good company, but if you need anything to get you through the night, i’m sure i can get you something.
( /sitting in the common room of the dormitory, Ike sits slouching in his seat. As he kicks his legs back and forth, his hands are preoccupied with his DSi as it spits out loud music. Upon hearing someone enter, he looks up and scrunches his nose. )
Hey … (/glances down at the screen of Ike’s console as he walks over to his roommate. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to smooth out his bedhead.) Um, Clyde just left. Figure I’d come find you or whatever to let you know. (/Though his white t-shirt and blue jeans were inconspicuous enough, the lingering rose shade which had stained his usually pale lips if a faint tint left a peculiar clue as to the strange play Craig had found himself in with Clyde.) Thanks for getting lost.
i guess if you want to be a girl about leaving early!
you wanna meet me there or at your place? i can help you pick out clothes - no homo. okay … maybe a little homo.
well i mean, when you put it that way …
come over and help me get dressed. i wanna get a good buzz going before i even step foot on the pier, anyway. you’ll partake, yeah?
ditch it and let’s go soak up the sun
i’m already here and it’s almost over, dude. it’d be more effort than it’s worth to bail out right now.
you want to hit up the boardwalk when i get out?
i’m so sick of these bullshit general education courses.