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☆ A Special Occasion 🥫 ☆

"Hey, Stone, wake up."

Stone's eyes blinked open as someone shook him by the shoulders. Groaning faintly, he turned his head to the side to see who had awoken him.

Vinnie was crouching over him, and he could just barely tell. It was still very dark. And humid.

He slowly sat up, the thin quilt slipping off of his similarly thin frame. He rubbed his eyes, grumbling hoarsely.

"What time is it?"

Vinnie glanced up at the sky, before shrugging.

"I don't know, 1am or something?" She grinned nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. 

Stone looked up at Vinnie with a "what the heck" expression.

"Yeah sorry, it's just I really need your help with something," she began quickly, and Stone narrowed his eyes skeptically, cutting in.

"—is this another one of your mid-night rodeos with a long-lost enemy that you're planning to suddenly drag us into again?"

Vinnie blinked, before throwing up her hands defensively.

"No, no way-! ..Wait what?"

"Then why the hell'd you wake me up at '1am or something'?" Stone asked, his Irish accent extra thick with sleepy-ness.

"I'll explain on the way."

They walked along the side of the dim-lit pavement, voices low but chatty.

"I still can't believe you forgot!" 

"I didn't forget, I never knew. I keep telling you that." Stone sighed, searching his coat.

"I'm more surprised you didn't tell me until the last minute. Literally."

"Yesterday was a long day, okay?" Vinnie folded her arms across her chest.

Stone wrapped his fist around the mouth of a bottle and pulled it out. Vinnie stopped him with a hand.

"No drinking– it'll be a quick in n' out. We have to be back before Skipp wakes up alone, remember?" Stone rolled his eyes and slid the bottle back in.

"Okay, fine. Where are we going anyway?"

"It's not too far, now."

A small, tacky corner shop- in a more deserted part of town.

"Vin, what-"

"Shhh-shh- just, trust me."

She pushed open the creaky gate doors, revealing dark rows of empty shelves in ordered aisles.

They walked along in between them until they came upon the shelf at the end displaying a single item.

A solitary, magnificent, dazzling can of beans.

Stone's eyes lit up immediately as Vinnie reached for it.

"Just keep in mind that it's not for us." Vinnie reminded Stone. 

Although as she held it in her hands, a thin line of drool had started to creep down her own chin. Stone's eyes narrowed.

"Anyway, let's go, wouldn't want to keep Skipp waiting with this beautiful container of bea...."

The can was gone.

...

"Aw come on, Stone-!!"

"What?! It wasn't me, you always blame me for everything!"