cherry bomb.

“no, no, no…i’m under the firm belief that you can never have too many hawaiian shirts.” jude argued, and he knew if cillian was around he’d agree, after all, hawaiian shirts were the perfect accessory - or whatever they were. jude wasn’t totally confident in fashion, but he knew this much. “i mean, they go with everything. dress pants, jeans, shorts, winnie-the-pooh-ing it…everything.” he smiled, “besides, ronnie, it’s vacation we’re shopping for here. if i can’t bust out a floral pattern in cancun, what’s the point?”

“but do you really need one for every day of the week?” ronnie asked, eyeing the wide selection of hawaiian shirts jude had already picked out. when jude had said he could use some help shopping for vacation clothes, ronnie should have figured that the trip would result in sorting through more tacky floral patterns than she’d previously laid eyes on. “okay but if you insist on adding more to the pile you should definitely get this one,” ronnie suggested, pulling another from the rack, this one decorated with flamingos in addition to the usual garish flora and fauna. “how long are you gonna be gone anyway?” she asked curiously. 

“Move, move!!” Claudia screamed to make sure that no one was on her way. She had terrible aim, and even though she had saw where the piñata was before she put the blindfold on, she had lowkey already forgotten where it was after spinning around a couple of times. She swung at the air a few times before getting a few good whacks in. “I hope there’s some good shit in here. Like money or weed or some shit.” She laughed before she hit something that wasn’t the piñata. “Oh fuck…what was that?” Please don’t be a person.

ronnie just barely managed to duck out of the way just in time to avoid any serious damage, though claudia did manage to graze the blondes thigh with a powerful swing that was nowhere near the target. “damn, girl, i knew you liked it rough, but you’re gonna give me welts,” ronnie joked, surveying the damage which was pretty minimal. she was definitely gonna have a bruise though, not that she really minded.

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“um, you can say that again! bitch, oh my god! i’m absolutely thrilled for you, mama!” as soon as ronnie heard the news, she’d been trying to get a hold of her bestie. ronnie understood that this was definitely a busy and probably stressful time for eden, especially considering how many of her close friends were trying to get in touch with her. but ronnie also had very little chill and wanted to congratulate her best friends and make sure she was doing well. “how are you doing? how’s the little baby?” he voice became stern suddenly as she spoke in a loud whisper. “mason there? he taking care of you?”

Rowan was working the counter at The Toadstool, looking busy whenever her boss was near her, but taking out her textbook and notes whenever there weren’t eyes on her. She found work, while partially necessary, to be tedious and if it weren’t for the money aspect, it would be completely boring. She could be using this time to keep her mind sharp, to work on practice tests, but no, here she was, bored out of her mind. 

“just here to see you, angel,” ronnie replied brightly, removing her sunglasses as she entered the small bookshop. “thought you could use a little pick me up to get you through the rest of your work day.” ronnie set an iced coffee down on the counter in front of the other blonde before leaning against the counter. “when you getting out of here? you got more studying to do after work or do you wanna have a little fun?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at rowan suggestively. 

DIY was not really Tee’s thing. It never was and it probably never would be. So why he thought it would be a good idea to try and build a shelf himself, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was his attempt at proving to himself that he was a functional independent adult, although it wasn’t working so well for him so far. His finger was bleeding from when he aimed badly and hit it with the hammer and now he was attempting to get on the ladder in order to get the top part attached. “You know, instead of laughing at me you could try lending a hand?” he snapped, finally at his wit’s end with the stupid shelf. 

“look, i told you have at least a dozen shelves that would have really worked in this space, you were the one who insisted on putting one together out of the box.” ronnie tilted her head, eyeing tee’s work critically. “i’m pretty sure that part’s on upside down,” she commented, returning her attention to her phone where she was scrolling through alternative options she had in her possession that would better suit tee’s furniture needs. “that shelf doesn’t even have any character. where’s the personality? it’s all wrong for you, babe.”