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Graduation was over, finisito, and done (like, whatever) and Dick was happy for that, watching all the geniuses with their robes up there, probably not one of them going commando, which was totally a missed experience. He’d gone commando, even if he wasn’t graduating. It was a thing. He checked his reflection in the mirror, giving himself an ice-cool thumbs up and smoothing a hand over the hair before heading out the door.
Party-pig was getting ready to go, Beav was out somewhere probably being a loser and a virgin, and the calls were made. Sure, he wasn’t a “graduate”, but he had every right to party with the rest of the school. He’d put up with all of them and now, he was getting to get down and boogie at the Neptune Grand, just like the rest of them.
He flipped open his cell, digging out his keys and giving Logan a call for the 411 on what was up. He grinned, thinking about what Madison or Gia’d be wearing tonight. Maybe it’d even be see-through. That’d be awesome.
He got the voice-mail. “Dude,” he started, unlocking the car. “Where the hell are you, bro? You don’t have better things to do, right? Other than Mars.” He gave an appreciate laugh at his own awesome joke. “So like, here’s the plan, I figure. I’m gonna get my stuff, I’m gonna go suit it on up, and then I’m gonna hit the town and paint it red. How's the sound of that? Good? Good, because it’s the plan.” He looked around, groaning. “Seriously, Logan, we gotta get going.” Okay, whatever, Logan wasn’t there. “All right, screw you, I’ll see you tonight.” He flipped his cell shut and turned to get the car loaded all up for the party.
Waiting on the garage was taking ages (seriously, what the fuck were they paying for if not speedy service, just like Bettina that one time before the bus crash. Oh yeah, Dick missed her just for that).
He slammed his palm against the garage when it stuck halfway up and he ducked under. “Dude, not cool,” he snapped. He just needed the alcohol because there was totally no single Neptune party that didn’t rock without the right amount of alcohol. He stormed through the garage, expecting to yank open the cellar door any minute, but there wasn’t a wall and it just kept going and going, like when Madison started talking about nail polish (god, Dick wanted her to just shut up. Sure, she was hot, but no level of hotness should make him suffer through thirty minutes of ‘no, this is burgundy. No, that’s indigo. No, Dick, that’s fuchsia, oh my god, are you colorblind or just stupid!’)
And the darkness was going and going and going and like, he was not an Energizer rabbit, okay? Finally, there was a light. “And so, he said, let there be light!” Dick spread out his arms as he stepped into the sun and nodded, looking around him.
Okay. Palm trees, dirt on the ground, sort of cave-things behind him. He didn’t think he’d taken anything that’d get him high. But the place looked pretty nice. ‘Cept for one thing.
“Hey,” he said aloud, talking to a seagull crossing the path in front of him. “Dude, where am I?” The seagull cawed, so like… “Hawaii?”
Party-pig was getting ready to go, Beav was out somewhere probably being a loser and a virgin, and the calls were made. Sure, he wasn’t a “graduate”, but he had every right to party with the rest of the school. He’d put up with all of them and now, he was getting to get down and boogie at the Neptune Grand, just like the rest of them.
He flipped open his cell, digging out his keys and giving Logan a call for the 411 on what was up. He grinned, thinking about what Madison or Gia’d be wearing tonight. Maybe it’d even be see-through. That’d be awesome.
He got the voice-mail. “Dude,” he started, unlocking the car. “Where the hell are you, bro? You don’t have better things to do, right? Other than Mars.” He gave an appreciate laugh at his own awesome joke. “So like, here’s the plan, I figure. I’m gonna get my stuff, I’m gonna go suit it on up, and then I’m gonna hit the town and paint it red. How's the sound of that? Good? Good, because it’s the plan.” He looked around, groaning. “Seriously, Logan, we gotta get going.” Okay, whatever, Logan wasn’t there. “All right, screw you, I’ll see you tonight.” He flipped his cell shut and turned to get the car loaded all up for the party.
Waiting on the garage was taking ages (seriously, what the fuck were they paying for if not speedy service, just like Bettina that one time before the bus crash. Oh yeah, Dick missed her just for that).
He slammed his palm against the garage when it stuck halfway up and he ducked under. “Dude, not cool,” he snapped. He just needed the alcohol because there was totally no single Neptune party that didn’t rock without the right amount of alcohol. He stormed through the garage, expecting to yank open the cellar door any minute, but there wasn’t a wall and it just kept going and going, like when Madison started talking about nail polish (god, Dick wanted her to just shut up. Sure, she was hot, but no level of hotness should make him suffer through thirty minutes of ‘no, this is burgundy. No, that’s indigo. No, Dick, that’s fuchsia, oh my god, are you colorblind or just stupid!’)
And the darkness was going and going and going and like, he was not an Energizer rabbit, okay? Finally, there was a light. “And so, he said, let there be light!” Dick spread out his arms as he stepped into the sun and nodded, looking around him.
Okay. Palm trees, dirt on the ground, sort of cave-things behind him. He didn’t think he’d taken anything that’d get him high. But the place looked pretty nice. ‘Cept for one thing.
“Hey,” he said aloud, talking to a seagull crossing the path in front of him. “Dude, where am I?” The seagull cawed, so like… “Hawaii?”