@natxms;
He’s making great time with his dares. Egged by Eric, suicide shot with Kenny, making Jessica drink toilet water. Just a few of the many he’s tackled and he’s showing no signs of stopping even as he approaches a familiar figure at the house party, bottle of mustard in one hand and spoon in the other. “Hey, Champ--” He greets, grinning at her. “Wanna karaoke?” He asks. While he’s waiting for her answer, he squeezes a small mountain of mustard onto his spoon before promptly shoving it in his mouth despite it’s horrid taste. Honestly, as long as it’s not ketchup, he’d consume it. He pulls the spoon out of his mouth, swallowing the mustard as to not keep it over his tongue any longer. “Eugh. Brutal,” he comments before looking over his shoulder and, “Did you get that, twerp?” He looks to the lanky Freshman he ordered to follow him around and document all of his dares. When he gets confirmation, he nods before turning back to Natalie. “I am having so much fun tonight, it’s unbelievable,” he gushes.
