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((I'm gonna post cause I have nothing better to do! and I just woke from my nappy wappy poo. So Hah!))

Nada looked to Avalon and snatched the Visa from her hand. "I take all credit types, including discover." With a fake polite smile she opened the top of her tank top, so that it revealed the top of her chest and she put it inbewtween to the two "girls" so to speak. However she made a disgusted face and threw the card at Avalon.

"You're card is being rejected! I think it's expired Miss. Please call your credit company and sort this out before buying my frienship." She frowned, with a little glare and huffed. "Seriously kids these days, faking ids and credit cards. What's next?" She quickly changed topics when Wally spoke up and she smiled widely.

"Wally! Long time no talk! What's happenin' dude? Ever get around to getting a girlfriend? Did you marry? Have any kids? I bet they are so adorable...if you're wife isn't ugly of course." She chuckled like a rich person would do and lifted the back of her hand to her mouth. Before long though she was grinning her usual toothy smile and clapped loudly.

"Here here! Wally's going! See now Petey ol' boy. What's there to loose? You've got another male companionship...if I don't already count...you know..." she leaned towards her chair's ear and whispered into it, "I'm secretely a guy." After laying her head back against his shoulder she nodded. "So you see Sir...or Ma'am...since you are a wussy sir if I've ever seen one. You get some spine into that bony body of yours and go! You'll be around a bunch of lovely...oh never mind...no one here is lovely huh...well a bunch of weird looking ladies and a charming young man, depending which you prefer, you win in both cases."

((Hahaha, mwaaa... sorry guys... WORK WAS LIKE: SURPRISE! And I was like: WHAT THE HECK?! And my co-worker was like: PUH-LEZ?! And I was like: OMG, my HOMEWORK! And they were like: PUH-LEZ?! And I was like:... FIIIINE. AAAAAAH.

And I kept muttering to myself the whole shift about being way too freaking nice. Worst surprise of my entire life! BUT ENOUGH OF THAT! ONWARDS! *type*))

With all this talk of breasts, and said set of breasts sitting his lap, Peter took to glancing awkwardly away, a quite comically sort of reserved look on his face. "Well... um... hm." Was all he really managed to say, a very rare sort of a moment when he was very short of anything to say. He tapped his fingers idly on his arm rest. Though he did, after a moment, manage: "I'M WEAK! GOD FORGIVE ME, I'M WEAK!" And covered his eyes with his hands, in an obviously joking manner. "Stop TEMPTING ME!" He commaned to the friend in his lap.

He glanced at Avalon and her mention of nothing to lose and had to agree right there that he did have absolutely NOTHING to lose. What was he so afraid of anyway? Well, of course he wasn't AFRAID, per se, but more so he just didn't want to go, right? Yeah. That was it. Him afraid? Pshaw.

He even started to say that, even though he hated to admit it, she did have a very good point, but then Rachel in a bout of excitement leapt at Nada and Nada was in his lap and he, Peter, gave a very odd sort of yelp. He clung to his chair and prayed they didn't tip.

"I'm so glad you love her and all, but do you need to be so-" He was stopped quite abruptly with that peck on his lips and the expression that crossed his face then could be described only as a look of a very dumbstruck male. He raised his index finger vaugely as though he might have spoken, but his mouth only moved and his voice refused to work.

Peter then gave a funny sort of laugh and eyes gazing somewhere off into the unfosued distance he said: "I could do with a tan. M'yess..."

The young man then cleared his throat, seemingly getting a hold of himself. "Yeah. Ok. You got me. I'll go." He stated almost begrudgingly. Peter then glanced at Avalon. "Unless you have some way of convincing me too? Because then I'll just change my mind." He grinned quite teasingly with a sarcastic rise to his eyebrows, which pretty much hinted at a joke coming on. "Maybe you'll do one of those cheerleader high kicks for me...?" But then he sort of flinched, a sort of nervous tick that he had developed over the years.

At Wallace agreeing, however, he looked appaled. "Wally, you really disgust me. Giving into these girls so easily. WEAK! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! Show some backbone! BE A MAN! All that muscle must be for show!"

((*cracks up* Maaaaaaanssss... AND I MUST DRY MY HAIR!))

((I lied. One post before bed!))

Rachel's sheer glee was very evident. Her face--normally expressive--was completely alight with the excitement of things going her way. She let out a little laugh at the sight of Peter's face post-kiss, trilling, "We'll see if you aren't that shocked the next time I do it!" This was promptly followed by a quickly-covered blush at Ava's comment. "I didn't kill him, and I'm not leaving anyone out." She shook her head, and then broke into a grin again.

"I can't even tell you guys how happy you've made me. We'll have so much fun, soooo much fun! And you all get three days to pack and sort everything out...because that's when the van I just had Daddy buy me is going to be ooouuurs! He said it was the only thing he'd pay for on the trip, because he didn't want me to be driving across the country in anything but a road-safe vehicle with A/C and heat and power locks...and command start!"

Flicking a lock of dark brown hair out of her eyes, she grinned at Avalon. "It doesn't matter if we're only taking one car, Ava, because walkie-talkies are like a road-trip staple either way. We'll find a way to use them, don't you worry! Ooooh, you and I have to go shopping for it, please come shopping with me? I want someone to come who has, like, true road trip spirit and you are the only one who is this--" she pointed at her clearly ecstatic face, "--excited! So! We'll go shopping to stock ourselves up on supplies, and you guys are all going to go home and pack up. Pack light, though... Hey, stop looking at me like that! Yes, I know how to pack light, thank you very much. If I can do it, you can do it."

((Dododo random. Haha Rach is REALLY excited. Clearly. She likes it a lot when her plans work out accordingly.... I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS RP AAHHH *attacks all of the characters with love*))

Nada hummed loudly to herself as Avalon was talking to Rachel. She took a french fry and begin mashing it between her coffee colored fingers, making a weird face. However she became rather distracted when Rachel threw herself ontop of her and she screamed, making it sound as though someone was strangling her.

"Abbawaggaragglefraggle! YOU FREAK! I know you love me, and I know I'm too darn sexy for the ladies, but seriously...CONTROL YOURSELF WOMAN!" She exclaimed loudly before Rachel went over and kissed Peter. A outraged look spread on her face and she gasped loudly. "PETER! Are you cheating on me? I thought I was the only one for you! You b*****d! After all those nights giving her back massages in the tub and feeding you fruit! THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?" She glared angrily.

It appeared as though she quickly got over the fake drama and made the craziest face she could at him, jaw going going towards her neck, tongue out, and eyes in different directions. It lasted for a split second before she turned around, looking as calm as someone could be.

When Peter agreed she patted his knee affectionatly and cooed. "Awww petey wetey give into big mean bad girly whirlies? Awww how cutey wootey." Giggling she leaned back again and went back to mashing her fry. "I want to ride with Peter and Wally! We manly men together in a car...well...a girly man..." she coughed. "Peter. But you can't make me go anywhere else! And I sure as heck ain't driving, alrighty? You guys know how I drive."

Making another of her strange faces she sighed a bit too loud, obviously sarcastic. "I drive like a short old woman going blind. Yah? I really do. But if you want a THRILL," waving her fry around she pursed her lips. "I CAN drive...make your adrenaline pumpin' and your feet a tapping...or something."

"Ooooh I've seen Petey play music alright. Sounds like a cat that goes yowling around at night. Just the sound I like, I could listen to it alllll night and fall asleep...such a heavenly sound, the angels above have graced my ears with his music." She batted her eyes. "And while you guys go crazy with those wooden music making things...or metal things...I can go crazy and run around and make a mosh pit and throw people around. That'd be wicked crazy yo. Maybe even I could get thrown around. Ahhh such a sweet far away dream to think of...."

((Mmm... Tuna!))

Anna began to giggle and laugh as the others talked about the upcoming road trip. Three days would be plenty of time for her to get her stuff together in a bindle.

Watching a fly land on the edge of the table, she rubbed the sole of her shoe as it took off again, landing in the frizzy mess of Nada's hair. Her stifled laugh came out like a snort, which prompted her to laugh even more. Composing her face, she tried to keep it straight and serious, but that made her even more jumpy.

At the suggestion of playing music along the way, she smiled and giggled some more. "I'll play the tambourine!" Anna piped up, bouncing in her chair. Her feet fell from the chair, and began to tap out a rhythm on the floor. She could see it now... A dark stage, the audience silent as they waited for the band to play. Then a single light would strike down on her, center-stage, holding her tambourine and dancing. WHAM! Explosions behind her, and Peter's guitar playing. The lights would come on slowly, working their way up from the dark, like a dimmer, or something of the sort. Nada would suddenly pop out of nowhere, screeching "MOSH PIIIIT!" and the crowd would go wild. Rachel playing her bass, and Avalon singing!

Of course, the limelight would be on her, Anna Miller, big feet and all, because she was the one and only tambourine player of their ultra-cool and spectacular band. Oooh yes.

Blinking, she smiled at the fact, swinging her foot back and forth on the ground. She was looking forward to this road trip.

((Heh, riiiight, Anna. *goes to do her homework like she promised*))

Wally watched them all get worked up disinterestedly. The only true objector was swayed by a kiss--Wally had grimly accepted long ago that his generation was motivated more by sex than logical reasoning-- and the plan was suddenly exploding into a life of its own. He fixed Peter with a glare as he was accused of weakness. "My head is about to explode from frustration. I've been beating myself up for two weeks over my miserable failure at life. Do not scold me for needing a vacation after you are convinced with a kiss. Moron."

They burst into plans. Walkie talkies, cars--no, one car--, three days, how the hell did they get on the subject of singing and instruments?

"Ugh. Just promise you won't force me into some band, will you? I'm not into this 'Art' stuff you all get so worked up over." He sighed. "Really, we've got more important things to think about than how good Peter is. Or isn't. We need to plan out a route, figure out a budget and such." He ran a hand through his orange hair. "If I'm going to have to put up with you all, we can at least try not to end up in some ditch in the middle of nowhere, rather than just go about taunting one another's genital arousal."

((Ha... lame post... er... I don't know! *Hugs him*))

((Hahaha, I heart Wally too. XD He's the sort that everyone else around wonders why they're his friend 'cause he's so uptight about stuff, but he's like, totally cool anyway so they HAVE to be his friend... And stuff. IT ALL MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD! *waves arms and writes*))

"Oh Wallace, Wallace, Wallace," Avalon shook her head at his obviously irritated words, "School's over, m'dear. YOU need to remove that worry-stick someone shoved up your butt... Or at least loosen it up a bit. Pete's got a point... It's already happened, no use worrying over the fact we are all FAILURES AT LIFE!" she draped herself dramatically over the table, taking care not to dip her hair in ketchup, though she did manage an elbow in someone's hamburger.

"Though," she said from her spot halfway across the table, "Pete's right. You'd be the perfect man for the job of keeping everyone else's heads on... And making sure we don't blow all our money the world's largest ball of yarn's giftshop. So," She raised her hand. "GENITALS!" She flashed a grin of her own and sat back upright, making a face at her food-covered elbow. "Sorry 'bout that Anna... Your hamburger now has elbow-dent."

"As for this band we speak of, you are hereby forced to take part in it one way or another." A devious sort of smirk crossed her face, "For the great Avalon has declared it so, and so it shall be." She gave a laugh, "Now THAT has a nice ring to it."