Kyle and Angel (Backdated)
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xp_logsAngel and Kyle enjoy Angel's birthday party. Backdated to December 15
More pizza had to be ordered, of course, because Angel and Kyle could have eaten everything she had ordered on their own. They had commandeered a couple of the new boxes, and were munching away while Angel sipped her drink.
"Wine and pizza," she said, raising her slice as if to toast. "The height of class."
"Box wine, which is like, the only wine that's not ruined by me drinking it. Box wine's supposed to taste like sour grapes to everyone." Kyle was four thousand percent classier, he had his box wine in a plastic souvenir cup from the zoo. It had penguins on it. "We're the classiest bros in town."
Angel was quite jealous of his glass. She just had a plastic cup with flowers on it because like, who owned wine glasses besides actual rich people who had money to blow on things like glasses that were only for one specific drink. "No one will ever outclass us," she agreed.
Kyle pondered this for a long minute while he folded a slice of pizza so he could eat it without getting cheese stuck in his canines. "Naw, like, what if someone came in with cups with glow in the dark ice cube and had a wicked cool bathrobe? That'd be snazzy as hell."
"I think I have to concede to that," Angel said after a moment of thought. "And also now I want those glow in the dark ice cubes. How cool would glow in the dark ice cubes in a cup of box wine be?"
"Why don't we own those? I mean, yo, we have failed ourselves, or each other. I'm pretty sure I sat through at least one Sunday sermon on how doing that made you not okay with the baby Jesus." Kyle said, and chugged half his cup of totally classy as fuck box wine.
"So we have to get glow in the dark ice cubes to appease baby Jesus?" Angel asked after a moment of thought. "Is that what I'm hearing?"
"Uh. Yeah. It'd be that one." It was totally not how "failing" himself meant being not okay with Jesus, or 'failing' Angel. Not that Kyle had ever thought about that, nope. Never. Which is why the rest of his cheap box wine was now in his mouth and not his cup, so he didn't have to discuss what "failing himself" might mean. Because sometimes there were just friends that would be super weird with.
Angel finished off her own wine, frowning. "You know what we have to do tomorrow then," she said seriously. "I mean, after I get over the hangover that you don't have to deal with. We need to get glow in the dark ice cubes."
"And wicked cool bathrobes. Velour. Is that a thing? Can we get that at Target?"
"Of course you can get it at Target," Angel said. "You can get anything at Target!"
More pizza had to be ordered, of course, because Angel and Kyle could have eaten everything she had ordered on their own. They had commandeered a couple of the new boxes, and were munching away while Angel sipped her drink.
"Wine and pizza," she said, raising her slice as if to toast. "The height of class."
"Box wine, which is like, the only wine that's not ruined by me drinking it. Box wine's supposed to taste like sour grapes to everyone." Kyle was four thousand percent classier, he had his box wine in a plastic souvenir cup from the zoo. It had penguins on it. "We're the classiest bros in town."
Angel was quite jealous of his glass. She just had a plastic cup with flowers on it because like, who owned wine glasses besides actual rich people who had money to blow on things like glasses that were only for one specific drink. "No one will ever outclass us," she agreed.
Kyle pondered this for a long minute while he folded a slice of pizza so he could eat it without getting cheese stuck in his canines. "Naw, like, what if someone came in with cups with glow in the dark ice cube and had a wicked cool bathrobe? That'd be snazzy as hell."
"I think I have to concede to that," Angel said after a moment of thought. "And also now I want those glow in the dark ice cubes. How cool would glow in the dark ice cubes in a cup of box wine be?"
"Why don't we own those? I mean, yo, we have failed ourselves, or each other. I'm pretty sure I sat through at least one Sunday sermon on how doing that made you not okay with the baby Jesus." Kyle said, and chugged half his cup of totally classy as fuck box wine.
"So we have to get glow in the dark ice cubes to appease baby Jesus?" Angel asked after a moment of thought. "Is that what I'm hearing?"
"Uh. Yeah. It'd be that one." It was totally not how "failing" himself meant being not okay with Jesus, or 'failing' Angel. Not that Kyle had ever thought about that, nope. Never. Which is why the rest of his cheap box wine was now in his mouth and not his cup, so he didn't have to discuss what "failing himself" might mean. Because sometimes there were just friends that would be super weird with.
Angel finished off her own wine, frowning. "You know what we have to do tomorrow then," she said seriously. "I mean, after I get over the hangover that you don't have to deal with. We need to get glow in the dark ice cubes."
"And wicked cool bathrobes. Velour. Is that a thing? Can we get that at Target?"
"Of course you can get it at Target," Angel said. "You can get anything at Target!"
