#seb001

Adults were responsible. Adults did grocery shopping, and got like, stuff like... vegetables. And other adult purchases. And they did it with their spouse!

CJ had suggested Earthwave because it was super fancy and grown-up and that was what he, and his roommate-turned-legal-husband Seb, clearly were. However, he had immediately got told off for skating in the store, so had spent the last five minutes sulking around the aisles, as the sales clerk watched him and Sebastian with beady little eyes. "Dude Iunno about here." He finally expressed, ducking out of the view of the store worker. "It's like....somewhere witches would go. Bad ones, that eat people!"

As if needing to show proof to Seb, he picked up the nearest jar, letting a shocked gasp as he read the label, shoving it in his husband's face. "Dude, chicken bone broth, man! That's the witchiest shit I ever heard."

Phoebe: fuck marry kill:

Phoebe: Louis, Niall, Liam

Phoebe: also Matty Healy got engaged :(

“Booyah!” Phoebe exclaimed, voice loud enough to carry over the thumping bass of the music from the DJ provided, pumping her fist in the air as the ball (bright pink, it was lucky) knocked down all the pins. She leaned back to watch the fun animated video announcing STRIKE in big letters, before looking over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at Seb. 

Okay, so she had the barriers up and used the ramp due to her wine-infused brain making her clumsy fingers almost drop the ball on her toes a couple of times. Still, a win was a win. 

“Suck on that, Vora!” She flipped the bird, doing a little dance. Phoebe wasn’t competitive by any means, unless of course the competition was her oldest friend. And then she wasn’t afraid to crush Seb like a bug under her shoe. When coming to the bowling alley, and handing off CJ’s birthday gift to his older sister, Phoebe had no intention of sticking with Seb, especially because lately after a bit of alcohol in their systems, Seb would begin mooning over his roommate, and Phoebe would point it out, then say something about Foster, who Seb would then insult, and then they were both in a mood.

But of course, she was called over a couple of hours into the party, due to Seb swinging bowling balls over his head and people worried he’d hurt himself, or worse, others. Her diffusing the situation led to them challenging each other to a competition so serious not even the professional leagues could handle the tension.

Though the professional leagues probably didn’t allow bowling ramps, or barriers.

Or continuously heckling the other competition, calling them little bitches and all that.