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Movie Night at P.J. Hobbs (interest checker)
I highly recommend it be cast as a fundraiser for new cafeteria tables. *staring at naft angrily*

Snack foods either free or priced?

And Rachael will drop by assuming she's still not languishing in thread limbo for the next three months.


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"Dangerous assumption," Paris retorted with a small smile.

Now they were both looking at the girl, who was propped up against a wall nearby. She was pretty and small and pretty small when Paris looked her over a second time. He definitely didn't know her much. Or maybe he did, but he couldn't remember. She had a smile lookalike on, so maybe she was enjoying the party by ignoring everyone and using her phone.

Maxwell almost completely said something. Then suddenly there was a person emerging from behind the couch at an awkwardly slow speed. Paris thought he recognized the Mario themed beanie, or maybe he even recognized who it belonged to. But Paris didn't know what any of this information meant. He also didn't know what it had to do with the focus at hand: that yet nameless girl over yonder.

"Stay put dude," Paris nodded curtly at Maxwell. "I'll get her."

He left the couch with a big old swing of his legs and a few bustling strides. Then he was next to the girl. He was close enough off to one side of her that he had an angle to look down at her phone screen, it was easy because she was that much shorter than him. He peeped some pretty neat sights she was flickering through.

"Hey, those are awesome photos!" Paris introduced himself enthusiastically, with a grin. "You take them? They look like they could be from the area, maybe somewhere up on the coast?"

TWO TO THE ONE TO THE ONE TO THE THREE, I LIKE GOOD PUSSY AND I LIKE GOOD TREE
((Paris Ardennes continued from The Fox and the Crow))

Paris thought there was no shortage of friendly folk at this party. He also thought a lot of them were pretty informal dancers.

He wasn't sure whose party this was. He'd heard it was happening from a friend of a friend and nobody had mentioned a name, only a time and a place. He hadn't walked far from his house so it was probably still Kensington. He'd come over about thirty minutes late, and wearing a new black Hugo Boss tee he'd only bought last week. The walls seemed to be the thin kind that rattled when the music was this loud. Paris recognized this song a bit. One of those new-school rappers with unsanitary lyrics.

Paris meandered around a group of girls bobbing around to the music and drinking from red cups. He realized the cups might have been poured from the weird shape alcohol bottles on a nearby table. Paris swerved around that table next. It was to the side of a couch that had one suspiciously wet looking stain then one empty space then one Maxwell Lombardi. Paris took a seat in the empty space. He had to be a bit loud to be heard.

"Hey. Glad you could make it dude!" Paris said casually. Maxwell was the formal and respectable sort. He was a guy who knew a lot of people, Paris included. "You know if this is, like, a birthday or something like that?"

"Oh." Just a few seconds later Paris interjected, then pointed out loud at a particular girl hovering around the room. "What do you think? She's your type I bet."

TV2 Wiki Call to Arms
Yugi it only barely counts when it's your own character

When V6 is done I'll occasionally pick someone out from here and fill them in?

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