Drunk/High: Aiden, Mac, Mathew
Sober: Jenna, Cookie
Mathew: *curled up in the corner letting his mind think about how ageing is a disease and Earth in in quarantine, which is why aliens don't visit us and other random things Alyseca has told him about*
Aiden: *hugging Jenna's legs with his arms and legs while she stands and he sits on the ground* Yeah, but I love you. *in a whiny voice*
Jenna: *chuckles and pats his head* I love you, too.
Aiden: *looks up at her* You do? *starts tearing up and hugs her tighter* You're awesome.
Jenna: *in a baby voice* So are you! *tries to walk but ends up falling*
Aiden: Are you alright? *concerned*
Jenna: *smiles softly and wipes a tear from his cheek* It was just a fall.
Mac: *chasing Cookie* I want to TALK to her!!!!
Cookie: *runs on the table and jumps off* She's just going to yell at you for being drunk!
Mac: *tries running faster*
Cookie: *stops suddenly*
Mac: *runs into her* Could-
Cookie: *smiles innocently and holds her phone above her head* C'mon, shortie! *giggles*
Mac: I WANT TO TALK TO GOD!
Cookie: *starts laughing*
Mac: *jumps to get the phone* I WANT TO TALK TO GOD!
Cookie: XDXDXD *doubles over laughing*
Mac: AHA! *yanks the phone and runs away* *shouting over the phone after he dials the number* ZILLA! TENEBRIS! IT'S ME. MAC. STARBOY? ARE YOU FREE TO GO OUT? I WANT TO GET A DRINK OR SOME- *trips over the table and passes out*
Cookie: *trying to stop laughing*
Jenna: Hey, Aiden?
Aiden: *hugging her legs while she still lays on the ground* Hmm?
Jenna: Do you want some ice cream? *trying to think of a way to get him off of her*
Aiden: *smiles* Coffee flavored? *his eyes widen as she nods* Yes!!!!! *runs out and puts a shoe on his hand and runs out the front door*
Jenna: *chases after him* That's my shoe! *chuckles* *grabs the keys off the door*
Cookie: Get me a-
Jenna: Oreo flurrie? *closes the door behind her*
Cookie: *happy until she realizes that she was left with two drunk teen boys* Great.
Mathew: *muttering in Spanish*
Cookie: . . .
Cookie: *smiles evily*
Cookie: Hey, Mathew!?
Mathew: *raises eyebrow and turns towards her*
Cookie: *holding his phone* Do you want to call Alyseca and/or Darla?
Mathew: Flur. *tries walking towards her but trips over his own two feet and stays on the ground*
Cookie: *sighs and walks towards him* Chicle?
Mathew: *looks up* Whelf?
Cookie: *raises eyebrow* Hah?
Mathew: Whelf ith thee? *sits up*
Cookie: Such a strange drunk. *hands him the phone after she dials Alyseca's number*
Mathew: *takes the phone* Chicle? *clearly not in his right mind* I'm sorry. *shakes his head* I don't hate you. I, *sits up* Love. Y-
Cookie: *smiling widely*
Mathew: *looks around* Is that a lamp? *chuckles once*
Cookie: Ugh. *facepalm*
