blame me for the rocks and baby bones. (warwolves) wrote,
blame me for the rocks and baby bones.
warwolves

Arman: Hey, do you want to come over to Grigg's* house and have a margarita?
Jazzy: ... a what? Do these margaritas have alcohol in them?
Arman: Yes?**
Jazzy: ... do Grigg's parents know?
Arman: No?
Jazzy: ... are Grigg's parents home?
Arman: No?
Jazzy: ... ... ... [oh god i need to be the responsible one but i need to be the cool one but— hey, wait.] Arman? What kind of alcohol is in these margaritas?
Arman: Virgin Mary?
Jazzy: [sfkjshddf] All. A-all right. You can have two. That's it.

And then he called me back two minutes later to tell me they weren't really having margaritas, they were having lemonade, and Grigg's parents were upstairs, and he just wanted to look cool. My baby brother's fucking adorable.

* Grigg's his best friend and dumb as a log. No, seriously. Sweet kind, but seriously, um.
** Arman does the valley girl thing? Where everything's a question? It's really annoying?
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