🌈!~ After a long, hard and very very boring shift with Skitts at the Funk-E-Cheese, you guys get back to her basement to do… whatever, doesn’t matter, Skittles is currently showing off some break dancing prowess while the Beastie Boys are blasting through the worn down and overloaded room. She gets back down on her feet

S:”How was that?? Cool huh? You’ve never seen someone as cool as me…”

🌈!~ She pauses, her door slamming wide, the handle hitting the hole in the wall from the constant harassment of her privacy, widening it yet again. Cheez weez and Lasagna just KICKED OPEN THE DOOR, holding a pack of booze and a half empty bottle of vodka. The boys walk in, Cheez probably half drunk and Las probably too tired to care. Lasagna held his boombox on his shoulder, which was blasting “fight for your right” from the beastie boys. They’re probably as addicted to that trio as they are with weed and coke.

🌈!~ Skitts dabs them up with the usual “whattsuuppp”, throwing in peace fingers like they’re gang signs, none of them are in a gang… Well, the Funk-E-Cheese squad is basically their gang but whatever… So they all sit down in front of her old TV, watching the OG Star Trek from the 60s, passing each other puffs of Cheez’s blunt, sitting in comfortable silence, sunglasses indoors like they’re some kind of spies for the Funk-E-Cheese Government.