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[bubblegumheart]

I don't know. The only ones I've really been to were ones the basketball team were throwing, and that was mostly them drinking and loudly patting themselves on the back for being good at basketball.

[So, buckets of fun. Obviously.]

If you threw one, I would go.

[copsormasks]

I'm not really a party guy, but I guess I could try for you.

[bubblegumheart]

Oh hey, I promise that wasn't dumb girl code for "please throw me a party". We can just hang out.

[copsormasks]

Okay cool, cause I don't really don't do parties.

[bubblegumheart]

That's okay. They're pretty overrated.

[copsormasks]

Seriously. If I wanted to hang out with someone, I'd just message them, not go to some weird place where everyone stands in a circle on their phones.

[bubblegumheart]

[That actually makes her laugh, if only because it takes her a moment to realize that his idea of "phones" is not the same as hers. It does make for an amusing mental image, though.]

That sounds unbearably dull. Kinda glad I've never been to a party like that.

[copsormasks]

You go to parties a lot?

[bubblegumheart]

Not if I can avoid them.

[copsormasks]

[On Jason's side, he's grinning, something he once reserved for Rose before she broke up with him. There's something about Chrissy that makes Jason feel all warm and fuzzy inside.]

Yeah, they kinda suck, don't they.

Well, I'll figure something out. Just you and me. No parties. Just us.

[bubblegumheart]

[Is she picturing a bunch of people standing around with wall phones right now? Yes. Yes she is.]

I might feel differently about one I wasn't obligated to go to.

Oh good! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with.

[copsormasks]

It'll be good, promise.

[bubblegumheart]

I trust you.