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Ramona snuck closer, and practically attached herself to Mimsy's side. "Cake please." Robert wasn't letting anyone's kids eat until their parents came to claim them, but she had the proper sense to find someone who would spoil her rotten, as so many did. "Umm, is there any lemon? Or strawberry. Or cherry." She couldn't tell what flavors the cakes were, so she listed all of her favorites.

"You look pretty today, Mimsy." Ramona smoothly complimented, as she reached across the table as far as she could to try and stick her fingers in some random confection. "But then again, daddy says you always look pretty."

She was on a mission.

"I think dessert should totally go first. It's the best part of the meal, right? And maybe if you eat your dinner after it, you could have a second dessert. That makes more sense than just one." Of course it did.

s**t. Corbin had trouble with that last bite. He fought with it and ultimately won. After catching his breath, he added, "Then after that you can meet my parents." Smirk.

"I guess we'll see wont we?" Corbin flashed Noah a brilliant smile in reply before stabbing what looks like sliced beef with a fork and dragging it through other various foods until it was ultra-mega-steakeon and thus consumable perfection. He ate the whole thing gladly. "I'm sure they wont burn you at the stake," he purred playfully. "Mmm... pretty sure anyway."

Kostya smacked Mark upside the head, uttering a single "tch" in response to his psycho babbling. "Ve have talked about this. Do not touch vuns you're not vorthy of touching, da?" The da was accompanied by a friendly punch to the arm. (It was not, actually, so friendly.)

It wasn't actually the fact that someone was touching him, it was the fact that it was Mark.

"Bring me back something vith meat, dweeb," he called to Dwight, only half expecting any sort of obedience. It'd be a good excuse to go ******** with him later if he didn't comply. He turned his attentions back to Mark. "You are just as much a lying little shithead before you started dating above your class. You forgot to close some files out vhen I vent looking for you. Have fun finding out vhat I changed!" He laughed.

B-rad likes parties, but balls were not parties. He couldn't DJ here and the bartenders never offered 40s. Overall, it was the food that did it for him and he wales about, dresses in appropriate attire for the ball, carrying a plate of shrimp in one hand and feeding a tamogotchi in another.

Mark rolled his eyes as Dwight fled and exited out of his instagram app.





A photo of his last five selfies with different instagram filters Mark had taken while Kostya and Jason was talking was also sent over in a photo called "MARK RULEZ."

"Actually," Mark began, at Kostya's achievement, "You tried bro. All you did was modify the cached instance, without checking if it was a dynamic entry or, unfortunately for you bro, static. Insert noob, where Mark equals pwnage." He gloated a fair bit at Kostya and then quickly amended with a, "Besides I wasn't logging in other than to tell you noobs to get a real life. I'm better looking and I have like, a way hotter girlfriend than you anyw-"

"Mark!"

Said recipient of said exclamation suddenly stiffened, looked around, and retreated behind Jason. "Help! Hide me!"

A woman with curly brown hair just barely tamed back stormed into the room and without even looking around plucked Mark out from behind Jason. "You were supposed to help with kitchen duty, you know, after illegally cracking and downloading all that por-"

-"Owowowowowow my arm's going to fall off. Sandy," Mark whined, "I told you not to say those clearly untrue words about me when I'm socializing."

"Well socialize with the dishes that need cleaning, and is there a reason why you have three terabytes of selfies on the shared dri-"

-"It's a shared drive," Mark continued whining, "I'll do dishes later. People are expecting me here."

Sandy paused. And then crossed her arms and looked at Kostya and then Jason. "Oh really. You guys are friends now." She didn't look convinced.

Corbin reached for another fork full of whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it and was about to eat it when a sharp kick caused the whole thing to flop noisily onto his plate. He left it to turn, entire attention on Noah as a calm gentlemanly smile took up residence on his face. He leaned into the table with his elbow as the rest of his body turned to face him. "Is that so?" he asked in an eerily mellow tone.