somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Evening [09/24].

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MHA #4; Saturday Evening [09/24].

Sooooo, Summer had met Chiana, and, just as the narrative suspected, it was indeed a great/terrible idea. One that had lead to a little impromptu mini party for jello shots and space pot, which made sense, especially since Summer was the only terrestrial human of the small group this had been planned around.

So, within a few minutes, thanks to Barry's shot maker machine, they had some jello shots--nothing fancy, of course, you couldn't do much with the machine, but at least Stark would be way more confident that none of them had anything too weird in them? They also had some raslek, to make Chiana feel more at home and since Summer had started stocking it at the store, not to mention her vast and impressive array of pot from various different dimensions and planets.

Which, if you asked her, meant that if the night ended up being anything but awesome, it certainly wouldn't be on her.

[[ expecting three aliens, but the post if open if anyone else wants to drop in for booze and recreational drug use (and there's your CW about that)! Although it does come with a warning that it will be mostly played out tomorrow, because it is late, I am sick, but there is no way we could just let this go handwaved ]]

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"Ooooh wheee!" said Mr. PBH, who you'd better believe was already sitting there at the coffee table and rolling up some real fat joints. "Let's get this party started!"

Truth be told, he was getting a little worried. It just didn't seem like a real visit to see his good family friend Summer Smith without some kind of party involved!

And hopefully, this time, they wouldn't end up in space jail like that one time with her other Fandom friend, when he needed them to help him fake his own death so that he could escape the cruel clutches of interplanetary stardom and fame!

And, really, if you were going to have someone rolling your fat joints, Mr. PBH was a great choice, because he had those very tiny but impressively nimble hands! Summer finished up getting Pancakes hooked up with some of her favorite catnip (because she needed in on this nonsense, too), before giving him a grin. "I'm so glad this ended up working out, Mr. PBH. Honestly, I do kind of wonder if I should have thrown together a bigger party, but sometimes, it's nice just to have a smaller gathering. A little more personal and intimate, to just really sort of...chill out, you know?"

"Ooooh wheeee, Summer!" said Mr. PBH, looking over at her with a smile. "With all the great picnics and festivals that the school puts together for the weekend, I'm sure most people are pretty partied and socialized-out anyway! This way, it's no pressure, all fun! You work so hard on all your parties and everything, ooooh wheeee, you deserve a nice quiet, no-frills shindig to just sort of re-lax and cuu~uuuut loooooose, ooooh wheeee."

"Awwww." Summer was just going to take a moment to put a hand to her chest and look over at Mr. PBH with an affectionate, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Mr. PBH. You know what? You're right, I do work so hard, on all my parties and everything! I do deserve a nice quiet, no-frills shindigs to just relax, cut loose, and blaze it uuuuuuuup!"

There was no way this could go poorly, right? Stark was just going to sit in Summer's apartment with two of his closest friends (and a friend of Summer's). He'd sat in Summer's apartment before!

"I'm still not sure this is a good idea," he said to Chiana who was already reaching for the door to knock.

"It's a better idea than having the two of us go off alone together though, isn't it?" she asked, grinning up at him and knocking. "Sum-mer! We're here!"

Ohhh, Summer was so glad she'd equipped Chiana with that particular ammo! And it was true, too! You were doing the island a service by sitting in Summer's apartment again right now, Stark!

"Ooh!" she said, rubbing Pancakes' belly a little as she started rolling into the small pile of catnip before popping up to her feet. "They're here!"

She bounced over to the door, opening it and stepping back to gesture them in. "Stark. Chiana. Glad you guys could make it, come on in. This is Mr. PBH..."

The little yellow bean of a guy with the very small top hat waved from the coffee table with a little "Ooooh wheeee!" of greeting.

"And that's my cat, Pancakes."

Pancakes had catnip now, she was not paying any attention to the latest additions to the party.

Exactly. Stark was being useful and he liked to be useful. This was a great plan for everyone!

"Nice hat," Chiana said appreciatively to the tiny yellow guy. "You almost match the DRDs." She offered a hand to the cat too, because pets were good and the cat looked soft and adorable, even if this cat was likely to ignore everyone here.

"Hello Mr. PBH," Stark said, following Chiana into the apartment. Hopefully his full name would not be revealed until later in the evening when it would be hilarious. "And hello, Pancakes. We didn't bring anything. Should we have brought something?"

Oh, well. Pancakes didn't didn't know there would be new hands involved tonight, so she was more than happy to take a break from the catnip long enough to give Chiana's hand a tentative sniff before deciding that, yes, this one could pet her, and she would communicate that now by nudging her head into that hand.

Mr. PBH preened appreciatively at the compliment to his hat with a grateful "Ooooh wheee! It's nice to meet you both!" and Summer gave a dismissive wave of her hand before gesturing toward the coffee table, with its assortment that included the joints Mr. PBH was working on, little pyramids of colorful jello shots that Summer had put together, and then the bottle of raslak and a stack of red Solo cups to go along with it that awaited them.

"Oh, no, you guys are good," she assured him. "We've got plenty, and I always have emergency snacks in the cupboard for when the pot really kicks in. And, if that doesn't work, I can text Apu to bring over something from the store."

She was ninety-five percent sure that guy didn't even sleep.

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Chiana was going to fuss over the cat for a moment before she could truly appreciate the fully laden coffee table. But she would appreciate it soon enough.

The same coffee table Stark was eyeing with some trepidation. "Someone is still working now?" Stark clearly did not ever feel the need to do late night shopping. "Why do you need emergency snacks?"

Poor glowy alien really had no idea what he'd signed up for.

"One of the main active ingredients of cannabis," Mr. PBH chirped happily as he finished up the impressive pile of ready-to-go marijuana cigarettes, "is tetrahydrocannabinol, otherwise known as THC, which tends to not only enhance eating pleasure and palatability, but it also stimulates appetite, ooooh wheeee!"

"In other words," Summer supplied helpfully, "it gives you the munchies. We should be good, though. I also ordered pizza, it's waiting for us in the kitchen."

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"Drad," Chiana said. "I love pizza. Don't worry, Starky, we'll keep you safe."

Ish.

"Although there's not telling," Summer admitted, "if it'll affect you guys the same way, but, hey! There's only one way to find out, right? But I think we really need to start out by giving Chiana a proper introduction to," her hand swung dramatically toward one of the pyramids, "the jello shots."

"I've been waiting for those," Chiana said, hopping up from where she'd been crouching to pet the cat. "I'm ready for ~~this jelly~~ my jello! And everything else. Even the munchies."

She, unlike some people here, had been known to engage in a little recreational drug use and not just alcohol.

She tugged Stark toward the couch. "You ready?"

He nodded, only a little hesitantly.

"So then it's just a matter," said Summer, the grin she was passing over to Stark slightly apologetic, but not really. He was going to enjoy this, once his reservations were put a little more at ease, "of which one you want to try first. Obviously, I made some with the raslak, but I've also got some nice, simple, traditional orange, lime, and blue raspberry. Some meiloorun because that's my favorite, and chai and pumpkin spices one, too, because we haven't had enough of those flavors this weekend yet, I am sure. And then pink lemonade, because that's just awesome."

Hey, just because she couldn't go all out on the flavors with the jello maker didn't mean she couldn't compensate for it in a different way!

"Those all sound safe," Stark said, sounding slightly relieved.

Chiana side-eyed him. "Your friends usually give you things that aren't?"

"No," Stark said hurriedly. "Blue for me, I think?"

Chiana gave him a soft smile at that, because he was predictable about colors most of the time, and then said "if the pink lemonade is 'awesome' I better try that, yeah? And the meiloorun?"

"I have a tendency," said Summer, grinning over at Chiana as she plunked the requested shots out of the pyramids to start distributing accordingly; Mr. PBH decided to forgo the jello shots and was fiddling with his lighter to get started on the smoking, "to put terrible things in jello. It's sort of one of my trademarks? Like, things that shouldn't be in jello. Some people get a kick out of it. Other people," she looked pointedly over at Stark, "not so much. That's what he means by 'safe.' He means I haven't put any tuna fish or olives or, like, garam masala in any of them, or anything this time."

"These look drad," Chiana said approvingly, picking up the pink one. She would like all the colors. "Taste good too!" Maybe she could bring jello shots to her end of the universe. For fun.

"You do this all the time? And Stark keeps coming back even with the terrible things?"

Stark just nodded and swallowed his own shots. He'd just be quietly grateful there was no tuna or shrimp or any other seafood involved.

"At least every Wednesday," Summer confirmed, with a nod, after knocking back one for herself and then trying to figure out which one to follow it up with. "Or mostly every Wednesday, sometimes somethings come up, but that's my bar night. It is infamous for my jello shots, and Stark just keeps coming back," she smirked a little, "because I don't Make him do the terrible ones. I am a kind and benevolent jello shot mistress."

Down went another shot.

"Mostly."

Chiana's eyebrows went up a little at that word choice and she smirked as she went for her own second shot.

"Only mostly a benevolent mistress?"

"She's my friend," Stark said, glancing between them and wondering yet again if he was making a terrible mistake this evening.

How could anyone take a look at this situation and everything it entailed and see anything but only the best decisions to be made?

Besides, Stark, they could have been having this conversation without you there to mitigate. Would that be better?

"Mostly mostly a benevolent mistress," she decided with a nod, and maybe a tilt of her head, a squint of her eyes, wondering if she should try to breakdown exactly why that particular emphasis on friend from Stark. "There are definitely some people who get surprise terrible shots, but they usually deserve it."

A slight pause as Mr. PBH passed the joint over to her.

"Or actually ask for them specifically."

There truly were all kinds.

Only the best choices for this crew. Always.

"I don't usually deserve it," Stark told Chiana.

"Usually," she said with a snort. Because she knew him.

"I don't ask for them. That's other people. There are odd people here." It was too bad Chiana wouldn't be around for classes this week. She might have had fun observing.

"You're here," Chiana pointed out.

"We're all here," said Summer.

Technically speaking, with this group, she was the odd one out, after all. And she took a few puffs from the joint Mr. PBH had passed her and then made a little impressed sound. "Oooh, thr indigo indica? Good choice, Mr. PBH!"

She dutifully passed it along to Chiana next. "This strain's actually from a dimension where there's no such thing as the color purple, until you smoke it, and then everything's purple. Which doesn't mean anything much for this dimension, but it's still dank as hell."

"Drad," Chiana said again. It was a very versatile word. "Nebari Prime is pretty drab. I wonder if it would work there? I'd get locked up for mind cleansing if I tried to bring it in, but..."

Maybe it would be worth it?

"Oh, nice," she said appreciatively after a few experimental puffs of her own. "Stark?"

Stark hesitated, then held out his hand. "Alright."

Don't mind Summer, watching with keen interest now that the pot had made its way around to Stark, because this was the first step toward answering a question that had been itching around inside her brain for a while now, but just never yet foind the right time to open that door.

So Chiana was instant on the high status list now for finally granting her this opportunity to potentially see what Stark was like when high.

"Soooo," said Summer, snagging another jello shot in the meantime, "while we're on the topic of space, what's it like where you're from, Chiana? Or is that a total bummer like Stark's backstory?"

Hopefully Summer was not creating a monster. Maybe just someone who would bake her special brownies?

"Frelling terrible world," Chiana said, watching Stark just as avidly. "All conformity all the time. Left as soon as I could. But maybe not quite so bad as Stark's."

"Still not good," Stark said, deciding he might as well take an experimental puff of his own.

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