AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

Comments

[burgerprince]

Anything probably is. Funny how all it takes for a change of perspective is a little killing. Never thought I’d be missing high school.

[robitussin]

Yeah. Like... It’s my senior year, and for ages I’ve just been thinking, you know, ride it out a little longer and then you’ll finally be free. Having to go there every day was like hell. It’s... Missing it at all feels like a fucked up fever dream, but I’d do anything to have to write another paper about Catcher in the Rye instead of this bullshit.

[burgerprince]

Here’s to that.

[Said with very little enthusiasm, but he’s no exactly capable of that right now.]

I’d take Reggie’s regularly scheduled terrorism over this any day.

[robitussin]

[She falls silent at that for a few moments, unsure what to say next. Eventually:]

Who's Reggie? Some asshole at your school, I'm guessing?

[burgerprince]

A practicer of the fine art of bullying.

[robitussin]

He sounds like an asshole.

[As such, there's a frown, as she glances down at the bench again.]

After we get home, you should just tell him to fuck himself. I mean, not like it's that easy, but... You know.

[burgerprince]

I try my best. He doesn't exactly have the I.Q. to register them as insults most of the time, though.

[All that effort, wasted.]

[robitussin]

Ugh. So, an asshole who’s also too stupid to realize when you’re firing back? Truly the worst of both worlds.

[Jughead suffers.]

[burgerprince]

[From the cradle to the grave.]

Sometimes he has it in him to get enough that he wants to punch me for it. I’ll take what I can get.

[robitussin]

...See, if it were me I'd absolutely punch back, but I don't think that's very useful advice.

[burgerprince]

Well, I've done it before.

[It was great.]

[robitussin]

[There's a grin at that.]

On a scale of one to ten, how satisfying was it?

[burgerprince]

In the moment, I’d give it a ten. Afterwards...

[A pensive head tilt.]

A four.

[robitussin]

[At that, she frowns.]

I'm guessing he punched back?

[burgerprince]

Nah.

[He cringes.]

My dad was there.