Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

(Sorry that I disappeared.)

Beau walked back towards Vien with a few different bottles of beer and soda as he sat down next to him on the ground. He took a sip from his own bottle of beer as he followed Vien's gaze towards the pictures. "You finally got to see mini-me," He said after a pause, chuckling lightly as a small smile brightened his features.

“You definitely are mini,” Vien chuckled, folding his hands in his lap as he looked up at the pictures. They reminded him of the ones that used to line his brother’s walls, photo after photo of family and landscape

"Yeah," Beau nodded, laughing softly as he took another sip from his drink and motioned towards the other bottles for Vien. "I'm still mini. Five foot and ten inches to be exact." He added, a small grin spreading across his face as he glanced over at Vien and the pictures. It was funny that the only thing he had taken from his old home was the pictures. Not weapons or supplies. Just the pictures.

Vien reached for a beer tentatively, opening it and taking a small sip. He didn't like to take things unless they were offered. Just one of his odd little quirks, he supposed. "I wouldn't call you mini. You're rather tall compared t-to most people. Everyone just seems mini to me since I'm s-six foot." He also thought the fact that Beau was shorter than him was kind of adorable, not that he would admit it

"Yeah, what's it like being six foot?" Beau asked as he turned towards Vien, a small smile on his face as he looked up at the other boy. Even now, he had to look up towards Vien, but Beau's slouched posture didn't exactly help add to his own height. He set his own bottle down, already feeling a bit drowsy from the drink.

"A lot of ramming your head into d-doorframes and people expecting you to bite their head off as soon as eye contact is m-made," Vien chuckled, taking another sip of his beer as he smiled faintly at Beau. He wasn't quite worried about getting drunk since he was a bit of a heavyweight

"Door frames?" Beau repeated, chuckling lightly as a bright grin lit up his features. "When you're short and at a store, you practically need to climb the shelves to get what you need." He explained, something in him warming when he saw Vien smile.

"I'm only two inches taller than you, Beau. I'm s-sure you can reach things just fine," Vien said, a small laugh escaping him as he took another sip of his beer. "What, do you want to sit on my s-shoulders or something? Then we really w-would be running into doorframes."

"I think we would be running into more than doorframes. Maybe whole roofs and buildings," Beau answered as he ran a hand through his light hair, a bright smile tugging the corners of his lips up. Only now did he realize that this was the first time in years that he had smiled. Actually smiled.

"Wait, what if we tried it?" Vien suggested with a laugh. All he could think of was Beau on his shoulders as they ran through the house, crashing through the doorframes like the koolaid commercial

"Wait, really?" Beau asked, laughing lightly as he glanced around the house. He knew for sure that if he got onto Vien's shoulder's, his head would crash right into the roof. The house wasn't exactly tall or stable.

"Well, if you want to try. Though we probably wouldn't g-get too far without the two of us running into the roof and crashing to the floor," Vien chuckled. "So on second thought, not my brightest idea t-today." He finished his beer, setting it to the side as he looked at Beau. It was probably a bad idea to drink around someone, particularly Beau, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much

"I'm kind of drunk and Lucky isn't home to tell me not to do stupid shit," Beau explained, taking a sip of his beer and frowning when he realized it was empty. "Let's try it." He finished, pushing himself up and wobbling faintly as a bright grin made it's way to his face.

"Well luckily I'm tipsy too, so we have an e-excuse," Vien laughed, moving to sit up. "How do you plan on getting on top of my shoulders? Should I just…s-sit on my knees or something?"

"Great." She smiled and started wiping the windows.

Zanna looked around, "So what should I do next? I don't think I ever caught you name too."

"My name's Lisbet. You can start by throwing the trash bags into the dumpster?" She motioned towards two large, black trash bags and pointed outside. "The dumpster's behind the diner. You can't miss it."

Zanna walked towards the trash bags. She reached down and picked them up, "I'm Suzan by the way."

"Really? Susan? How basic." Lisbet laughed, but then blushed. "Not that it's a bad name. Sorry."

Zanna laughed she walked towards the door, "That's why I go by Zanna. I hate my birth name."

"Ah, well hello Zanna." She waved and went behind the counter. "It is tradition for new recruits to enjoy a milkshake with their blonde counterparts." Lisbet held in a laugh. "Which is why, you must join me for a celebratory milkshake drinking thingamibob. The diner's mostly clean, thanks to both of us."

Zanna let out a chuckle as she walked up to the counter, "Of course. Why should I disrupt tradition?"

(Gtg.)

"Well luckily I'm tipsy too, so we have an e-excuse," Vien laughed, moving to sit up. "How do you plan on getting on top of my shoulders? Should I just…s-sit on my knees or something?"

Beau hummed in thought as he paused before answering. "Yeah, just kneel down. I'll try not to fall," He answered, chuckling lightly as he stepped towards Vien.

Vien knelt down on his knees, resisting his tics as he waits for Beau to climb on top of his shoulders. If he were a little more sober he would probably be worried about how suggestive this looked out of context

Beau pushed a dizzy feeling away as he tried to get onto Vien's shoulders. Why were they doing this again? It's an experiment, He told himself, but shrugged, stumbling a little as he climbed on.

Vien held onto Beau's legs before standing up carefully, wobbling a little as he adjusted to the weight on his back. He laughed as he realized he would have to crouch a little to avoid hitting Beau's head on the ceiling. "Well? Feeling tall now?" he chuckled

"I could get used to this," Beau nodded, smiling widely as he laughed softly. He glanced down at Vien, blowing strands of white hair out of his face. "We can get down. I'm probably hurting your back."

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to s-sit on my shoulders a little longer," Vien said, looking up at Beau and flashing a wide smile. Unfortunately, this, combined with the fact that he was a little tipsy, caused his legs to wobble and him to lose his balance. Vien made a small squeak of surprise as he fell back, tripping and falling on top of Beau onto the couch

Beau felt himself fall onto the couch, wincing in surprise at the impact as he opened his blue eyes again to see Vien. "Are you. . . are you alright?" He asked, brushing his hair out of his face as he felt his cheeks heat up.

Vien blinked a few times, eyes wide as he realized he was nose to nose with Beau. He felt his face going red before he could stop it, and when he was flustered, he was really flustered. Within moments he looked like a tomato, and when he moved to get up he slipped and fell to the floor with a squeak of surprise

Beau pushed himself up onto his elbows as he heard Vien fall to the ground, a small chuckle escaping his lips even though he tried to keep it in. God, Vien was adorable. "You alright down there?" He asked, smiling softly as he pushed himself upright.

Vien made a small, strangled noise, covering his red face with his hands in embarrassment. Oh man, he had landed on Beau. He had landed on Beau, the cutest guy to ever be nice to him!