Heffilumps and Woozles

*Her and her new friend decide to go be a little stupid. She had been so wound up since she got turned. Being safe and careful in everything that she did. It was kind of a relief to have Roger offer to go drinking. Of course the girls night got a tag along. But that was ok since the boy seemed entertaining enough.

The one thing they did listen to Ian about was where to go. They where wondering out in the country side just outside one of the little outlaying towns after their third restock of the cooler.* "OMG did you see the guy in that shop? He kept looking down your shirt."

Roger giggled, beer bottle hanging loosely in hand. "That's what they're there for," she said, squishing her girls between her arms. "'Sides, he totes prefers blonds. Did you not see that poster behind him? Yeesh."

She looked back at Spence and grinned. "Too bad we haven't ran into any little girlies for Spency. I'm sure he's sick of us by now."

Spence dug around in the little cooler he was carrying, popping the cap off a bottle for himself. He glanced up at his sister, in an attempt not to join in their contagious giggle fit.
"Thatsh okay, I don't think I could handle anymore 'Like, Oh Em Gee. Totes fer realz.' Or any other of that shtuff you two keep gigglin' about."

*Christine laughed at that and looked at Spencer and back to Roger.* "We really needs to find him some girly to talk to.. Cause he is soo lonely back there with the drinks. Wait..." *She looked back over her shoulder.* "Your not drinking it all are you?"

"Pssh, he won't. Not unless he plans on passing out in front of me," Roger teased, a glint in her eye. Despite the teasing, she could tell her buzz was going to wear off if they didn't find a party and soon. Taking to the country side had been a good idea, sure, they hit a few parties on the way out, but it seemed as though they had trekked too far. "What he should do is find us a new partay to crash." She lifted her drink and gave it a shake. "Beer Fountain is almost dry."

Taking a long swallow of the drink in hand Spence stopped setting the cooler down momentarily. He sat on it and listened.
"Thish would be easier if you two stopped yappin'."

The noise from the last place had died down. He thought cops probably put an end to that one. Listening further ahead of them, he did hear some music and engine sounds.
"That way ish somethin'." He pointed toward the sound, holding onto the neck of the bottle in the same hand.

*Christine smiled at him.* "That is still the best trick ever!" *She said loudly putting hand in the air.* "Now Onward for better beer!' *She giggled and grabbed Rogers arm to pull her along and help stabilize herself. She had been loving tonight, friends, beer and no worries about accidently hurting someone.*

Roger linked her arm with Christine's, feeling a little off balance being dragged. "C'mon Spence!" she giggled, already forgetting his little jibes about their...whatever the hell he said. They were pretty close to the party already. Had she been a little less tipsy, she'd be surprised she hadn't noticed the dull thump, thump, thump of the bass sooner.

Spence smirked at their eagerness to go onto yet another party. Taking one last drink from his bottle before tossing it away. He picked up the cooler and followed behind the girls.
"Hopefully this one has a keg. I thought all thesh country bums were supossed ta have kegs and bonfires."

*He was knelt next to his bike fixing some part that got broke during the last one of Glenn's idiot race tracks. Why he let that boy talk him into such stupid shit he didn't know. Yea he did it was amusing.*

*After circling the barn twice, Glenn pulled up next to Bret, kicking up a cloud of dirt. He revved his engine impatiently.* "Come on, man. You still fuckin' with that thing? I wanna show you the route."
*He revved a few more times.*

Linzey watched Glenn with amusement in her dark eyes. He always had the best ideas and this was no exception. The wind stirred around them, bringing up a strange smell. She sat forward, back impossibly straight to try and catch the smell again. Her eyes narrowed. Personally, she had no history with wolves, of any kind, but she just didn't like them. But maybe it was her imagination, because whatever it was, it had already disappeared. With a shrug, she fell back into her disinterested slouch against the barn wall, picking at an imaginary hang nail.

Mia leaned against a wall watching the boys. She mostly had an eye on Glenn. She didn't like to admit that she like him but she could completely deny it.

Christine saw the bikes before she saw the people. She smiled and bumped her shoulder against Rodger. "Look! It's going to be awesome!" She mumbled trying not to stumble to much.

Roger bumped back, giggling. Motorcycles, most likely dirt bikes, meant there'd be boys. And because boys are pretty dumb, booze. Unguarded booze. She grinned, because all of that could go round again to dumb boys willing to do more hilariously stupid things. Her grin stretched fully across her face. "Definitely."

*Tugging the cooler along behind them, Spence squinted as his slightly inebriated vision wouldn't focus correctly. He saw the blurred figures of people and bikes, but something was off. A peculiar sent hit his nose, but Spence just shrugged it off as some farm animal, or crop chemical he'd yet to encounter.*
"No fire? Goddamnit.. I wanted to burn shtuff."

"Well it needs to run if I'm to follow you just hold your.." He stopped and turned his head toward the noise he heard. What where those people doing at his place. He stood up and wiped off the front of his coat. Nodding his head toward the new comers.

*Quirking a brow, Glenn looked toward Bret's nod. An impish grin curled his lip at the strangers stumbling their way. He looked back to Bret.*
"Someone order take out?"

Linzey shook her head. "Nah, that's tainted. Smells...off." She stood up to join the boys, and to get a better view. "Hm. Might be..." She tried sniffing the air but she got the still air, dirt and gas from the bikes.

*She also pushed herself up and walked forward watching the newcomers. She was unsure what to make of them.*

*Christine giggled and tried not to feel like she was going to fall over when she got bumped back. She waved at the people with the bikes.*

She looked back at Spencer. "Hey. Gimmie a fresh one. Leave the lid on." She held out her hand and then, after he didn't hop-to, wiggled her fingers at him. "I don't got all day!"

*Spence furrowed his brow to his sister's demands and after a moment, and the impatient finger wiggle, he opened up the cooler and tossed a bottle to her.* "Keep your pants on... for the love of god, please do."

"It does smell off" He glanced at the other girl then back to Glenn. "Besides we are to close to town. But we should scare them off in any case."

*Glenn raised a brow at the others.* "Scare them? Come on, you guys are no fun. They're walking right to us. Begging for whatever we would do to them."