Dinner

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Authors note: Sorry for taking so long to update but I am in college and have my studies to focus on. Plus I have this weird thing where I can't write till I get this sudden urge to put words on paper. So finally the urge kicks in and well here you go a super late and long needed update. Again sorry but I need to pass classes.

The whole Troop ends each of their own individual duties at around 9:00pm. We have all been practicing, working, giggling, laughing, doing, and making use of our own individual talents. We all join together for dinner. Its late as it always is and Pac-Man's stomach can be heard from my stance all the way down the hall. I grin silently as I hear Miss Delilah in the next room talking with one of the few late night delivery restaurants. I can tell she got Chinese for tonight and just the thought makes my stomach rumble. We all join together in the main auditorium on the stage and we all sit in a circle as is habit for us. Even though we all have our seperate packs of people that we spend most of our time with when we are here we never stay souly together with those groups. As a rule when we sit on the auditorium stage you have to sit by someone you did not just spend the last few hours with. This helps us stay together as a tight knit group and it also helps us not drive eachother too crazy.

I sit in between Fred and George. For twins they bicker so much but try and separate them and it's like pulling a ship across a desert. Impossible. I look around the circle at my Troop and smile. This is home. A dusty stage in a musty theatre that without us would not still be here. I heave a deep breath and relish in the smell of old theatre.

Miss. Delilah walks into the room with a grin on her face. She looks around the Troop and pride fills her eyes. She claps her dainty hands and everyone turns to look at her.

"Care to guess the special of the night?" She asks.

"Pizza!" Pac-Man immediately yells out and we all giggle.

"Nope" Miss Delilah chimes.

"Subs" chips Firework as she bounces in her seat.

"Nope" she replies again.

I sit with a silent grin on my face as we near the end of this game. One more wrong answer and those who guessed and got it wrong have to put together an impromptu skit to pass the time before the delivery guy gets here. I smile knowing the answer but keeping my mouth shut because I love watching the skits this family of goofballs puts on.

"I'll take the last leap." Snap-On bursts. "BBQ?" He tentatively finishes. We all giggle at his face. It look like he has a massive headache or is just thinking to hard.

"Nope" Miss Delilah says with a grin creeping her her face. "its Chinese." All faces light up. You can't go wrong with Chinese. But Snap-On's, Pac-Man's, and Fireworks's faces slowly fall and look at Miss Delilah is expectancy. The skit they have to put on isn't just random Miss Delilah chooses the guidelines for the skit. Miss Delilah puts her hand to her chin and gazes just off into space. That face always means she thinking seriously about something. "A dragon a pig and a damsel. The dragon is hungry but the damsel and pig have to convince the dragon not to eat them."

"I call dragon." Firework yells out before leaping to her feet to go to the empty part of the stage. Both the boys groan. This will be an interesting one.

Snap-On and Pac-Man look at each other.

"I call pig." Pac-Man spits out before Snap-On even takes a breath in. You can see Snap-On's ego sink as he's now stuck playing the damsel.

Pac-Man crawls over to the empty stage and Snap-On slowly slinks over to join them. Firework has a big grin on her face. She is enjoying the fact she got the choice character.

The boys talk for a bit to get a start to the skit. After a couple minutes they wander to the edge of the stage. Once there they nod at Firework to begin.

Firework contorts her face, grabs her stomach, and let's out a yowl.

"My stomach. Oh the pain. Oh the a-go-nyyyyyyyy!" She wines while stumbling forward.

Then from the side comes crawling in Pac-Man with Snap-On the damsel sitting ever so dainty on his back.

Snickers emerge from the group. This is just so bad it's great.

Pac-Man and Snap-On continue their slow crawl across the stage till they come to the still yowling Firework. Pac-Man rears and the dainty damsel Lady Snap-on falls off her trusty pig. Firework licks her lips looking at the boys. Pac-Man lets out a worried squeal and turns and crawls away. The damsel, Lady Snap-On, is still in a pile in the ground. He turns and yells not so femininely at Pac-Man "That was not the plan you good for nothing pig!"

We all burst out laughing.

"The pig is now safe from being eaten damsel," Miss Delilah says giving Snap-On a stern look "damsel save your life."

Lady Snap-On gets up and brushes off his "dress" and clears his throat.

Firework laughs and bellows "You're all alone little damsel. I am rather hungry and you are rather delicious with ketchup."

The Troop snickers again enjoying the scene before them of small Firework trying to tower over and threaten huge Snap-On.

"Oh please sir dragon don't eat me!" Lady Snap-On says in a super high pitched voice.

"But I'm so hungry!" Firework lets out another yowl. "And that's Miss dragon to you damsel!"

The Troop just looses it there and they all doubling over laughing. Just then we hear a pounding on the main theater doors.

"Thank god." Snap-On says sounding rather relieved. The rest of us giggle at his comment, but we are all also glad for the food. We are all hungry and tired. It's time for food then home.

Miss Delilah wanders off to go get the food and Pac-Man trails behind her to help her carry the food back in, also so he could get first pick. 

We all settle back down to sitting in out circle and talk amongst each other. Miss Delilah and Pac-Man wander back in a few minutes with bags of steaming and fabulous smelling Chinese. They set the bags down on the stage and Pac-Man immediately takes a box from the bag and goes to sit down. The rest of us just wander over and find our usuals, take seats again, and dig in.


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