#cubby1

“Baked like a—?” Cutting herself off before she could repeat the entire statement, Wendy instead exhaled deeply. She didn’t need to think over much on what Cubby had just informed her, the conclusion as to how Tootles became as baked as a “fucking cake” like he had said so bluntly can be due to one main conclusion— Cubby had once again baked pastries with weed inside of them. Now, the eldest Darling doesn’t often partake in these pastries her brother often makes, but she wasn’t none the wiser to them. In fact, Wendy often liked knowing beforehand whenever Cubby baked any, not only so she can keep away from those batches but also so she can keep note on who consumed them and how much. And in this case, it sounded like Tootles had consumed quite too many than he should’ve if what Cubby was saying was true. “Cubby, exactly how many of your pot brownies have Tootles consumed?” Wendy questioned, now looking at the younger with an gaze mixed with curiosity yet also of concern. “Because it’s not often whenever he eats many of them.” Rather, Tootles rarely eats them himself, so for him to have consumed so many then? 

As her boyfriend excused himself to talk to one of his siblings, that left Mei to her own devices. At first, she thought about checking in and seeing what Mir was doing, her best friend tagging along to this New Years Eve party despite some issues they had with one of Slightly’s siblings. But once the redhead had caught sight of Mir and Nibs talking to one another, she couldn’t help but smile, happy to see that the two made up and were getting along. Maybe their plan might work after all! But knowing that Mir was busy, that once again left Mei with deciding on what to do, and with everyone else seemingly all coupled up and busy with one another, she decided to instead make her way to the kitchen for the time being. “Oh hey!” At the sight of Slightly’s best friend and roommate, Cubby, the redhead smiled at him. It wasn’t often where she found herself talking to him. Not to say she never wanted to, as not only was Cubby one of the closes people to her boyfriend but he was also dating another close friend of Mei’s, Prilla. In fact, the lack of the brunette dancer had her a little surprised, but as she noticed the batch of brownies that were placed against the counter and the oven door still left opened, she could only assume that he was here to take care of the newly backed pastry goods. And so when he noticed Mei as well and asked if she wanted one, the redhead smiled once again and nodded. “Ooh, you’re offering me first dibs on the newly backed batch?” She asked, walking closer towards him. “I would love one, thanks!” 

“You thought right!” Darla smiled at Cubby and automatically handed him the small cloth bag she’d had tied around her right wrist, shells and sea glass jingling inside. Hung in the crook of her left elbow was a larger canvas tote bag she used to collect any trash she came across; cleaning up wasn’t the purpose of her beach walk, but she wasn’t going to ignore the litter either. “Wanna walk down to the tide pools with me?” she asked, needless considering he had already offered his company, but it seemed appropriate to make conversation about their destination, let him know where they were heading. “They’re just amazing, if you’ve never been. Poetry-inspiring, even.” She knocked her shoulder against his, a playful invitation for him to talk about his art if he’d written anything lately.

“…Great.” Was what she uttered, letting out a sigh at the downpour of rain splashing against the window. Great. Just great. As if the last thing she needed to happen after a long day at work was a sudden rain storm happening to the point where flood warnings was sent out to remind everyone to stay inside. The news stated that the rain was only suppose to last a few hours or so before it would finally let up, but seeing how the only thing Violet wanted to do right now was head home and relax— it looked like she would have to put a pin on that. At least the last of the dinner customers had left before the start of the storm, leaving most of the wait staff from the House of Mouse left inside, like Violet and Cubby. “…..Thought the storm was suppose to happen after nine, and it’s—” pausing to look at the time through her phone, the ravenette sighed yet again before falling down against one of the many open seats of the restaurant “just a passed eight o’clock!” Annoyed at the random ways the weather and mother nature likes to work, Violet slouched against the seat before peaking back up at Cubby. “…..Think it’ll let up anytime soon….?”   ( @colincubs )

“Mhm. It’s really good!” Terence popped the last remaining bite of the brownie in his mouth and finished chewing, brushing his fingers off on a napkin and looking around for the trash bag before something about Cubby’s tone pricked his attention. He looked back up and found the lost boy’s eyes, noticeably glazed over. “Ah...these are 'magic' aren’t they?” It was hardly even a question—so, this was happening tonight! He could roll with that, just good to know.

“Yeah— you!” Pointing a finger directly at him, the brown haired girl grinned. For the past couple of minutes now, Fawn’s been searching for a partner to dance with. And yeah, you would think with the amount of people at this party right now that finding a dance partner wouldn’t be too hard for her— and it wasn’t! There were a bunch of people to pick from, but she was in the mood to shimmy and groove around with one of her buds and Cubby happened to be the first one she locked her eyes on. So, Fawn ended up doing what she does best and pounced on his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locking her legs around his waist, the brunette then peaked up at him with a beam. “I need a dance partner, Cubby and I need one stat!” The girl claimed, now that she had his attention. “Tell me you’ll dance with me and I’ll get off your back, what do you say?” ( @colincubs )

It was hours into the party and the entire time throughout, Michael was going off enjoying himself. A feat that wasn’t so hard for him to achieve, as he has been dancing, drinking, playing games, heck— he even finally got that initiation kiss from Tink! Maybe not the best timing for that considering he also had a date, but it wasn’t anything for him to dwell too long about. Overall, the night was going good for Michael, the brunette pulling away from his sister whom he had been with for the past couple of minutes to make a beeline for the kitchen. It hadn’t dawned to him that he has yet to eat anything and now that Michael was thinking about it— he was starving! Slipping inside, he was a kinda shocked to see that the kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house, but when his gaze landed on all the food, Michael’s eyes widened as he grinned. “Food!” He claimed, making his way towards the table. That was when he noticed Cubby, the youngest Darling’s grin widening even more before he threw his arm around the other guys shoulder. “Cubs! Hey!” Michael greeted, delighted to see his friend. “Haven’t seen you all night— where have you been?” He asked, only to revert his gaze back at all the food when asked what he was in the mood for. At that, the brunette shrugged as it all looked appetizing to him. “Don't know— it all looks good! What’re you eating? I’ll get that!”  [ @colincubs]