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[outlandished]

Who: Ambrosia Gray and YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!
What: Bonfire!
Where: Makeout Point.
When: Now!
Warnings: Should be fairly safe.

[ With the fire getting steam, Ambrosia sits back at a safe distance with her hands up a bit. The last time she held any kind of bonfire like this was years ago, but with how things were in Mayfield, she thought that there was a need to have at least some kind of party, however small it may be. ]

Hope ye don't mind if I brought a few extra people, pop 'n mum. Thought tha' ye'd like it.

[ Mingle among yourselves - she won't mind. As long as people are having fun, that's what counts. ]

Comments

[outlandished]

I ain't familiar with 'em, but 'kay.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Oh, man, just wait for the 4th of July, you'll love it.

Just, uh, don't play with those things. Leave it to the professionals.

[Opens a beer, it sprays all over the place. Doesn't seem to care though as he drinks it when the spray dies down.]

[outlandished]

Is there anythin' special 'bout tha' day tha' warrants their use?

[ Though, she does nod and takes heed of his warning. Apparently they sound dangerous. ]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

I think we kicked the British out of the country or something.

[outlandished]

[ Hi, Captain. Did you want her full and undivided attention? Because if you did, you have it now. ]

Ye mean those lousy, stinkin' red coats got theirs?!

Hell yeah! Tell me more!

[hisnameisthecaptain]

What do you mean got...

...

Oh.

[Here's where The Captain has a choice to make. He never went to school, so does he tell the truth or lie poorly.

Well, he did see The Patriot.]

Yeah, we stomped their ☠☠☠☠.

What year are you from?