#vroomzz

      dallas' quick diminuendo from tipsy to pissed-drunk was an easy feat with frozen margaritas and a tower of tacos that was plucked straight from his highest fantasies. he wasn't sloppy, per se, only a blabbering mess that had him rambling within any willing ear. he found himself yelling, at times, combatting the bass of not only car stereos but the parade of retro boomboxes that seemed to line the block. " hiiiiii. " dimpled smile and all. " can i hang out with you here ? a couple of my buddies 'n these people started um ... like, swearing at each other, or whatever ? i don't wanna get punched today, 'n it's nasty to get hit with a wanton elbow. "

      " you look like you're having fun. " the flat, bone-dryness of their tone hinted at sarcasm as yves scanned the stranger's face. it was neutral, no indication of discomfort, but they liked to prod - throwing around comments until they land on something correct. it was an assumption, considering the other's placement on the outskirts of things, instead of the conglomeration that stayed put in the center. they would've been, too, if not for their smart choice of donning quad skates for the festivities, allowing them an easy escape and even more, an excuse to not talk and just cruise. " burritos bigger than your head and frozen margs don't appeal to you, eh ? "