Smack!

[Marinna Neilson]

Marinna tried to suppress a giggle after Ron pulled out the flask. "This might explain why you run into things all the time. Don't you think?" she asked before taking it from him hand. Followed by a quick swig of the whiskey.

"I probably shouldn't have done that," she giggled a bit, " I have to drive back home later. Oh well, too late now." She took another drink before twisting the cap back on. "Here, you go, dear," she said handing it back to him. "So you always carry this with you, yeah?"

[Ron Spence]

He shrugged it off, no big deal to him. "I carry around with me but only take a swig when I run into things, helps releive a bit of the pain." Which probibly made him run into more things but oh well, he would have to figure something like that out on his own and at least he didn't go out driving afterwords.

"You just had half a shot so you'll be fine in 10 minutes." He doubted she would even feel anything now as half a shot did hardly anything for anybody but he couldnt speak first hand since he was a lot more heavy set and heavy waight then her. Taking the flask back he put it away again and walked towards Sears. "I'm not an alocholic though like it may seem haha."

[Marinna Neilson]

"Oh, I see. Wouldn't it make a bit more sense to just avoid the objects in front of you? I mean, you basically walked out in front of a car a little bit ago. Didn't you ever hear about "Stop, look and listen." Adjusting her black button down blouse, she followed as he crossed the street.

"I didn't think you were an alcoholic, you know? I mean, just about everyone in Drakesville is looking for a little fun. Whether is be drinking, sex or drugs, they all need something. Of course, I'm not a big fan of the drugs part," she explained with a smile as she followed him into the store.

[Ron Spence]

"Well its not like I mean to run into things." He was use to this lecture, the whole look before you leap speech. "I didn't run into that pole there for the fun of it. It's just... I donno, things like that don't always click into me at once. I'm not as good at walking and chewing gum, multitasking my parents call it, as others are. I'm a dope, I know."

When she said the party about how she didn't do anything related to drugs but didn't mention anything about the sex part he laughed, finding it amusing. He wasn't going to ask more details about it as that was her own private business but he got the picture. Since she said that it almost sounded like she took a bit of pride from it though. He'd like to meet her at a party drunk.

Heading to the front of Sears he opened the door for her so she could walk in.

[Marinna Neilson]

"Well, I would hope so. It wouldn't be normal for someone to go looking for things to run into," she began as he opened the door. She smiled at the gesture, it wasn't one she recieved often. Quickly, she hurried in and began to head towards the men's clothing section.

"Oh and by the way. When we get out of here, I would love another sip of that drink," she said with a big smile, "Now, follow me. I think the under shirts are over here." Marinna was a lush, she knew it, and she honestly didn't care. Being drunk was like a whole different feeling. Of course, she sometimes woke up without remembering anything that happened. Who cared, though? She walked in the direction of the undergarments, clutching the strap of her purse.

[Ron Spence]

As she said she wanted a drink he went up closer to her and mostly spoke in a whisper, showing her the flask near to his jeans to mostly hide it. "You want some more right now? Take the risk?" He never drank inside a store before but she seemed to wans some and it seemed like a fun idea to do. "I'll take a swing from it if you do it." He said that to show that he didn't drink like that all the time but he was a fun kinda risktaker, which he was, even if some of those risks were pretty stupid. Whats the worst that could happen though? They get kicked out of Sears? Who cares? This is his first time in the store anyway and seeing it now he noticed it was a pretty boring place. Big but boring.

Heading to the place where the undershirts where laid out he gabbed on of them that was in a clear plastic holding bag and held it up in front of her. "Got it.. Does this look good?" He failed to pay attention that what he grabbed was a size small, even to small for a guy like him to wear as a tight undershirt.

[Marinna Neilson]

Marinna let out a laugh. "Well, aren't we the risk-taker," she said sarcastically as she grabbed the container and took a gulp, "Refreshing, that's all I have to say." She quickly twisted the cap back on and handed it back to him. As if it wasn't enough that they were minors, drinking in public was a crime as well.

As she began to look for an undershirt for him, she saw him pick one up. "I don't know, whatever you think. It is your shirt, afterall," she replied, "Is it your size?" Turning her attention across the way to the women's section. The lingerie always caught her attention in a store, but she wasn't going to attempt here. Victoria's Secret was her domain for that kind of thing.

[Ron Spence]

Looking at the size he noticed it was small and it clued into him. "Oh... no, this wouldn't even fit me." She made a good point there and was glad somebody was there to do that sort of thinking for him. This is why he always took females, even his own mother, clothing shopping, they just knew what was right to get. Even for something simple like an undershirt.

Putting that shirt back and grabbing one that was his right size he noticed her looked over at the lingerie. "Did you wanna head over there and look for a few things? Thanks for helping me with this by the way, it was a huge help." He then finally took the flask and took a drink himself and then put it away so no store employee or angry old lady would see it and get all upset.

[Marinna Neilson]

"Nah, I have plenty at home," she said with a wink," I only go to Victoria's secret for that anyways. My money always get blown either there or giving it to a friend of a friend to get me a bit of alcohol once in a while. Mostly vodka, since I can mix it with Cranberry juice and such."

"So, you ready to go get this and leave?" she asked, "I'm kinda ready for some more of your stash." Grabbing the strap of her purse, she began to walk a little ways in front of him and then turned around, waiting for him to follow.

[Ron Spence]

"Haha, bloody mary's." He hated those things personally but he knew others that loved those drinks. Vodka wasn't a cool drink with his friends so he automatically considered a drink he shouldnt be drinking, whiskey instead, and cranberry tastes weren't his favourite taste either so the two of them together tasted a little nasty personally. The fact that he knew so quickly the name of the drink though was a little strange. "What a drink."

Walking on he thought about how his friend recently talked about a party. "Hey theres gonna be some party at some barn soon. I kinda forget when and where but you should go to it. A buddy of mine" That he just recently met to "Invited me and it sounds like he wants a lot of people to come. There's gonna be a lot of drinking and partying there.

Going to the front counter he quickly bought the shirt from some money in his wallet, put the change back in and then walked out of the door with her. "I'm Ron by the way. What high school do you go to?" There was only one in the area, that didn't occur to him, so unless she was out of town there was a very high chance they went to the same one together, if she even went to high school.

[Marinna Neilson]

"Eh, I could take or leave a bloody mary," she said with an iffy look on her face, "But I swear to you, it is amazing with Cranberry juice, well Cran-Apple anyways. It's much sweeter than Cranberry juice. Take my word for it."

Listening intently as he described the party, a lightbulb went off in her head. Partying with some cute guy, and his friend? Sounded like tons of fun to her. She loves any type of guy, just about, "I'd love to go."

"And, I uh, already knew you were Ron. We sorta exchanged names in the parking lot. You know, when you bumped into that pole," she said with a confused look on her face. "I go to Drakesville High, by the way."

[Ron Spence]

"Oh yeah." He had forgotten they had exchanged names already which was a little funny since he had remembered her name. He mostly just repeated it incase she forgot and it came out the wrong way in the end. He doubted she cared though as she seemed like a cool person that could put up with a dope like him. "Sorry Marinna... forgot." He said her name just to remind her that he did remember her name at the least. He was bound to forget it in an hour but that's ok.

"If you go to the school I should see ya in the halls then, if you see me just come up to me. I'll figure out more details of the party and let you know all the details then." He needed more friends like her to hang out with anyway. All his other wants were mostly interested in football, which in all fairness was the exact same boat he was in, but if his crowd he hung out with got more diverse he'd know his popularity would grow and that would make him a very happy man.

"You ever go to the football games? I'm on the team."

[Marinna Neilson]

"See," she began with a smile, "you remembered my name after all." This boy seemed to lack half of his brain. While Marinna wasn't the smartest girl in town, she could definitely remember stuff that happened an hour ago. Maybe it was from a few too many head injuries during football games. She could tell he was a jock from simply looking at him. If you were a jock in Drakesville, you were more than likely on the football team.

"Alright, i'll look around and see if I spot you," she replied somewhat amazed that he could forget her name, but remember a party invitation. "If I do find you, i'll be sure to ask about the party. Who's throwing it again?" Marinna was really into this party idea. Two things that completed her, drinking and dancing. Well, two things besides sex.

"I've been to a couple football games. I was a cheerleader for a while, but it got a little old. Cheering at games in short skirts. I can totally do that without having to remember dance moves and stunts. Let's just say I wasn't as poassionate about it as some. So what number are you?" she finished as she took a breath. Her throat was starting to become dry and she needed a drink. Not exactly an alcoholic drink, but a drink just the same.