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Heidi laughed loudly when America suggested she fight tentacles. Yes, she got the joke. "I hope not! I've seen what happens and it's never good!" But as suddenly as America had come, she was gone, leaving a red-faced boy in her wake. Oh ho! Someone understood! Heidi grinned.

"I've been okay!" She answered Peyton with a nod, leaning toward her as she was given that sideways hug. "Ooohhh boyfriend? No! Hi there~! I'm Heidi!" And now Noah would be forever known as Peyton's boyfriend who understands tentacles and magical girl references.

"I'm sure he's fiiiiine~."

"Stop lookin at the minipets, a*****e, you go near them and I will see you kicked out." America hissed, passing by the bar. She caught Harrison's eye with a dire look, "He can't hold his drink for s**t, but it tends to be an improvement on the usual, gotta say."

His newly ordered drink of whiskey in hand, this time neat and in a tumbler instead of a shot, Finn took a sip before leaning forward to look at the text on Jack's phone.

And then he nearly spit his drink everywhere because what the actual ********> He knew that Ripley couldn't text, probably couldn't move enough to reach his phone, and certainly couldn't see the contents even if he did manage to get it due to his lack of glasses. "Looks a bit like an Abbi text to me...but she's already here." He had swallowed his whiskey hard, letting out a chuckle as he sat back in his chair. "And I wouldn't think it was the guy that ended up in the infirmary with him." Who was Chance, who Finn didn't know that Jack already knew.

"But anyways, yes, good, excellent. I was hoping you would say that since I planned on....hold that thought." His own phone was buzzing in his pocket now, and he picked it out of his pocket to check it, a half smile forming on his lips when he saw who it was from and what they had to say.

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Text to Chance: Or it's because I haven't let him sleep for more than ten minutes all day. Funny how that can make a guy tired after a while.

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Text to Chance: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

If booze in the infirmary wasn't happening before, it was most definitely happening now.

"They want candy with their alcohol." Was the only explanation he gave, before Nurse Abbi arrived. Finn took in her costume with a long, lingering look, his gaze drifting down, up, back down again. He readjusted in his seat to lean over and check out her a**, quite shamelessly in fact.

When, exactly, had she gotten hot?

He gave her a grin, pleased that she caught on to who he was dressed as. "You know, I almost wore the same outfit as you." He actually still had the Elle Driver nurse outfit back in his room, in fact. "But it's a good thing I didn't because than, of course, one of us would've had to have changed." He downed the contents of his drink then, and set the glass back down on the bar, motioning for another.

"Think we're allowed to smoke in here?" He asked, idly, to nobody in particular.

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"Already got a lot of folk lookin' after me, but thank ya darlin'," she said, moving closer to Dawson and (without his permission of course) taking a very attractive selfie with him.

Which she then texted to her cousin.

"You kin smoke." Rep piped up, taking a puff on his already lit cigarette.


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"My couuusin Chris," Chel slurred, dancing far too familiarly with a guy she had just met. "He's comin' down for sh-sh-shots."

She began jumping in the crowd. She was looking for him in a very intelligent way.

"Miss USA, Tayminator." She tilted her hat in greeting. "What you've got there are just regular chocolate cupcakes with a fancy little designed I whipped up for fun," Nora replied with a big smile as she took the rum. She was more of a wine gal, but she wasn't going to say no to a free drink. "Nothing too special, though they did come out nice, didn't they? Rice krispies here have oreo bits mixed in if that's not sweet enough for you, and naturally there's a pumpkin spice cake for all your fall flavor needs."

She chuckled as America flew away to handle something. "That she is, eh? Well as for you, my dear," she said to Taym, grandly gesturing to a large jar, "I scrounged and scrounged and managed a can of them after doing a few favors for certain disgruntled fellows. If you don't mind that stored flavor, I stuck it in bourbon and granulated sugar overnight." Her determined face came on. "Next time, though? Cobbler's the word. Out of season or not, a gal's got needs."