sugar, we’re goin down

From what I have learned from google is that it depends if they are carved or not. the pumpkins i mean, and also factors like weather play a part as well, as warm climate can make the pumpkin spoiled sooner. 3-5 days is your best bet if carved.

it's carved and omg i've had it a lot longer than that, yikes. okay it's going in the garbage, stat. thank you, that was a lot more helpful than what i found online.

I don't think it is too early, twinkle lights are fun at all times and not just for the holidays. I don't know much about pumpkins so you might want to ask Google for that one.

so if i leave them up all year long that doesn't just mean i'm lazy? i did, but found so many different answers. i guess if it starts smelling bad then into the dumpster it goes. how are you, princess mia?

Santana wrinkled her nose a little - pride was hard to come by when all she could think about were her friends doing things in the real world. Just one more semester, one bar exam, and she could finally leave the books behind. "Going for my law degree," she answered in a rare moment of candor. Drinking made her chatty. "Hopefully will end up in civil rights - I'm already doing a public service by putting myself through this crap. I just really want to help the world suck a little less for the average loser. Go Bruins." She scowled at the notion that this stupidly wholesome stranger would be trying to take care of her. "Wow, very sweet, very charming. I have no intentions of making a telenovela with you. Y'know I don't swing your way, right?" she said loftily, taking another sip of her drink before offering her cup to him. It was a wonder she didn't spill on either of them. "I'm Santana. You should probably get me some bread."

Sam held up his hands, shell wobbling slightly, and gave a bright laugh. “Okay, okay. No telenovelas, promise. I know very little Spanish anyway." He shifted his weight, scanning the crowded room, then met her eyes again. "Civil rights is seriously impressive. You’re out here saving the world one case at a time, and I’m just… well, being a Ninja Turtle and trying not to trip over my own shell — or anyone else. I think it's really cool." He held her cup carefully, then pulled back a little, a blush creeping up his neck. “And, don’t worry. I swear I'm not hitting on you or anything. I mean, I honestly didn't know but I just like helping people too. And I've got my eyes on someone else anyway." She was a stranger, so surely it wouldn't hurt to vaguely mention that. "But you know my helping is more every day stuff, not anything that requires a courtroom." Sam offered his arm to her in a kind gesture. "they have a bunch of little sandwiches in the dining room. not sure what's in them but maybe they're decent?"

Sugar nodded sagely as the man agreed with her about the Croc heels, glad that they were on the same page and she wouldn't need to waste her energy educating him on why exactly he was wrong. "I'll take the fancy heels every time." She replied at the suggestion that the comfort would be worth it. "I want to look good when I go out, no matter what. Fashion is art, and Crocs are like... the opposite of that."

"They could be art to... someone," Sam supplied with a small laugh. "I'm an artist. Well, aspiring, I guess. I dunno. I freelance, but mine is more drawing and not like something fashionable. The only time I look halfway stylish is when Blaine helps me out. He's definitely got it down to an art." Nope, definitely no Mrs. Ninja Turtle. There was a Mr. Ninja Turtle that had his heart, but it wasn't like Sam could say that aloud, so he just shook his head, cheeks flushing as he caught himself steal a glance at Blaine across the room. "There's four of us. Tina is the only lady in our bunch but she and I are just good friends. But she's really awesome."

"It is a crime against humanity." Sugar agreed emphatically. "I mean, look at these." She reached for her clutch bag to grab her phone. After all, her designer gown most certainly didn't have pockets. She quickly headed to her browser to search for pictures of the offending, and offensive, shoes. "Look at these." She said in disgust, flipping her phone around to show the man. "So gross. People really have no taste."

Sam leaned over to get a closer look at the phone, eyes widening slightly. “Oh wow… yeah, that’s… definitely a crime against humanity. I mean, Croc heels?” He shook his head with a grin. “Some things should just be banned, no debate. Of course, there's a part of me that is curious if they're so comfortable that they're worth the crime. Would you rather your feel like like they're on a cloud, or wear some fancy heels that kill your stride?”

maybe. i guess we'll see. let's just hope it doesn't work the other way around, and my doom and gloom doesn't rub off on you.

that would never ever happen. you and i, we balance each other out.

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“Wasted? No way. I barely survived high school, and I don't have too much to show for not going to college. Not that I probably would have done well with it either. But you should be proud! I'm sure it will be worth it. What are you studying?” Sam gave a little shrug. “And hey, there’s plenty of time to make the next chapter way more fun. You seem like a pretty adaptable person. At least from what I can tell.” His smile and gaze softened as he noticed the glassiness in her eyes. “Just… maybe slow down on the jungle juice before we end up reenacting a soap opera scene, okay? Wanna get some food in you? I'm Sam, by the way.”

"... Does the world need saving from gluten?" Sugar asked bemusedly. Though this was LA and there was a good chance that the majority of the room would disagree with her on that one. "There are much worse things out there than gluten. Sample sales which run out of your size first, men who think socks and sandals are acceptable and anyone who wears Croc heels." She joked. "A ninja what?" She asked, unfamiliar with any kind of ninja animal really. "I'm supposed to be a princess but I guess I'm both." She grinned. "But officially I'm Princess Mia from Princess Diaries 2."

Sam blinked at her list like she’d just revealed the true villains of the world. “Okay, yeah — sample sales running out of your size? That’s way worse than gluten. I can’t fight that kind of evil,” he said, hands up in surrender. “And Croc heels? I didn’t even know that was a thing. That’s… that’s a crime against humanity.” He pointed to his shell. “I’m a Ninja Turtle. Like… mutant turtle, ninja skills, eats pizza. Basically the perfect life.” He paused. “Well, until the walking part. The shell’s not really ergonomic.” Sam's face lit with recognition. “Princess Mia! Okay, that I know. She's definitely one of the best Disney princesses if you ask me. Has everyone been treating you like royalty here?”

well, that's still nice! i wish i could be like that more often - happy for no reason.

i wish you could too, tee! but you're welcome to hang out with me anytime. maybe it's contagious!

I'm glad you agree. Somehow I don't think I'm interesting enough to have a stalker unless there's a wackjob watching me sling drinks or study. But that's a good point, Snix and I need to be on the lookout case some incel weirdo guy (like c'mon, you KNOW it had to be a guy) comes along. Like for example, I have no idea who the hell YOU are.

well you never know! not that i think you'd attract a weird but like... you ever watch true crime shows? there's some real freaks out there. who is snix? should i know them?? sadly it probably was a guy, although i swear it wasn't me! my name is sam! sam evans. and i am not a thief i swear. are you snix?

oh? that's good to hear. anything in particular going on that's got you in high spirits?

no, nothing at all. just vibing. enjoying life.

I mean I could but I think I'd prefer to use the space for something else and not waste body real estate on a dot. Oh no, not at all. Some of my tats were definitely chosen on the fly. No I don't think it's a worse pain, you could totally handle it. I don't actually have an ass tattoo but if that ever changes then I'll get back to you. My upper back ones probably hurt the least. No I don't, but I guess I'll just have to choose one and then be that person for everyone else. No problem, don't sweat it. No one particular reason but a bunch of different ones. No time, no energy, no motivation, a total lack of interest from anyone else in hearing me play.

that's fair and reasonable. so which one is your favorite, and was it planned or one you got spontaneously? i figured not unless it was a recent addition. really? see i feel like the back would hurt really bad! i'm sorry, man. if i had any new ones i'd let you play them all and take your pick. i sadly just haven't had the money for one in a while. well, that still sucks, ryder. i'm sure the last one isn't true though. i'd love to hear you play again!

finn beamed when sam walked into the room. the guy had a way of making even the darkest day feel a little brighter, and he could definitely use that kind of energy right now. “if i knew getting sick would get me free comics, i would’ve had my appendix out sooner,” he joked, eyeing the issue sam dropped on the tray. he paused at sam’s question, brow furrowing a little. “no, man. they didn’t even ask me. i didn’t know that was a thing. you think they’ve got it stashed somewhere?” his eyes flicked toward the door before turning back to sam. “puck’s not lurking outside, right? i told him to go home and get some rest. if he is, i’m gonna need you to drag him out for me.”

“Hey, I’d happily share my stash with you. Sick or not,” Sam promised warmly. “I don’t even know if that’s a thing,” he admitted with a shrug. “I know they can save stuff like kidney stones, but not sure about a whole appendix. And by whole, I mean… I’m not even sure how big it is. Want me to ask for you?” Sam pretended to zip his lips when Finn asked about Puck. “You didn’t hear it from me, but word around the waiting room is he made a pallet out there,” he half-joked. “Honestly, I think he went to get you some food. The doctor was talking to him about what’s okay to eat right now and stuff. You need anything?”