let's get to work [Fidel/Tony] (NO YATZEE!)

[Everard Gunter Wyatt]

Everard couldn’t believe it, he had Dorm Company, and the dorms on the island were fairly spacious so it wasn’t like they would be cramped. He hid all his valuables, not like he had anything worth stealing to the untrained thief, but the big risk he was taking was showing off the Family Cook Book. These were the most amazing recipes in existence. Anyone in the south would want to get a hold of the Wyatt family secrets, and he was showing off one of the biggest. Dandelion Wine was a family tradition and producing such a beverage on school grounds was probably prohibited if not illegal. Luckily Liam, his dorm mate was gone for the evening.

Everard finished hiding the last of his possessions and got to being more hospitable, Everard had no lack of Southern Hospitality. He got out some Sweet Tea and set three glasses and a pitcher on the coffee table in front of the TV, got out some of Ma’s peanut butter cookies out and put a bunch on a plate in the middle of all the glasses. He would have put out Pecan Pie if he had any. Ma always had Pecan Pie around somewhere, though he could never find her stash. Thank the lord for that or there wouldn’t be a shred of Pecan Pie left in the whole of Georgia.

Everard went and got into some more appropriate cloths. He put on his Glasses, some jeans, a black tank top, and that was it, no shoes, no socks, and sense he was indoors no hat. He sat on the couch and watched some late night CMT till his company arrived. Everard was a little nervous considering his company and he would be talking about making a wine making operation inside Shifter Academy. Not one of Everard’s smarter ideas.

Everard heard a knock at the door and made sure the Tea was cold and the cookies weren’t stale and then stood up and moved for the dorm door. Everard knew that if this backfired he could get in some serious trouble. Everard’s Grandpa had a Moonshine Operation for years till he got too old to maintain toe little Business, he made quite a bit of money off of it but he got caught a few times and was no stranger to the inside of a jail cell. Everard opened the door and welcomed his company in. Tony and Fidel were outside the dorm door. He had met both of them online, they were Culinary Majors and they would be the driving force behind their alcohol production. ”Hey yall come on in, there’s Sweet Tea on the Coffee Table with some of Ma’s Peanut butter cookies, I want yall to help yerselves.”.

[Fidel Mantangra]

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The second Fidel stepped into the hall and locked his door, he realized something. He had forgotten to ask Everard for his dorm number? In a bit of a panic he pulled out his phone and flipped it open,intending to ask Tony where the rooms was. No such luck. It was out of battery. Grumbling, he bent to slip the phone under his dorm's door. He straightened and looked around. Well now what?

He scratched his hair underneath his hat. Well... there was one thing he could do could do, but it was a bit risky. He shook his head, no matter. He could handle it.. right? He bounded down the stairs to the main floor, there was only one boy meandering around in the corner. Fidel swallowed, and walked, smoothly as he could. As natural as he could manage. He brushed his finger along the silver-y handle before grabbing it. It made a quiet squeak, but when he tugged it, it was stuck. Locked actually. Fidel started swearing, he hadn't expected the damned Janitor's closet to be locked up! He needed it to be open. It had a list of names and dorms of everyone in the male dorm building. He glanced back at the random person in the corner, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

The greek boy gave a snort and approached him, rising to his full height as he did so. Perhaps it was a gesture intended to intimidate, but he did have a question to ask. "Excuse me? Have you seen the Janitor? I need to find out where someone's dorm is."

The boy shuffled his feet, shirking from the boy with a forced and murderous looking smile. "I.. I,uh," He looked up as though trying to remember some vital detail, "Did you check the names beneath the dorm numbers?"

Fidel swore loudly, causing the person to jump. "Thanks, kid." he muttered before walking away. He really should focus on the minor details. perhaps that would be something he could practice with this whole wine-making thing?

He walked, checking each floor until he spotted a familiar-looking boy in the hallway. He narrowed his eyes, he did look familiar. like a certain... icon. He moved closer before calling,"Hey! Kid?" I would be awkward if he wasn't, "You're not Tony are you?" He broke into a jog, smiling as he neared, "Hey! Looks like you are!" He offered his hand, "Name's Fidel Scott Mantagra, yeah?"

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Word count; 442
Notes; Short! And It's cruddy.. sorry D:
Outfit; here!

[Anthony Cooper]

Anthony glanced around his dorm room at his two roommates, both who were currently sleeping in their respective beds. Even Remi wasn't trying to coax someone to sleep with him that night, which was totally acceptable for the shifter boy. His attention averted back towards the computer screen, the only light on in the room as his fingers worked along the keyboard of his laptop as he sat at the desk. He watched as Fidel's name appeared as offline, then worked on his own reply to Everard, ignoring the other people in the chatroom for now. Okay, be there in a jiffy Everard. Later everyone. And with that, he signed out of the room, closed his laptop and set it aside on his bed.

Remaining quiet, Tony's eyes quickly adjusted to the pitch black room, his night vision superb even as a human. Sliding off of his bed, feet hit the ground softly as he looked to his side, freezing as Leo rolled over in his sleep. Both of his roommates had feline shifts -Oh joy..- which meant that they both equally had sensitive hearing. No sense in waking either of them up at this moment. However, the Junior boy was a natural sneak, and getting past them wouldn't be the hardest thing he'd ever done. Body wormed it's way across the room to his shoes and bag by the closet as he slipped on his Nikes, and hoisted up the bag and slung it over one shoulder. There wasn't really anything inside other than various odds and ends, like a note book, some pens, and maybe some gum was in there too.

Usually he used the bag on his kitchen raids, stuffing it full with the food or kitchen utensils he needed to 'borrow' before sneaking back to his room to use them on the little automatic surface stove his father had sent up to him. It wasn't like a normal stove, but he loved it all the same. Glancing around the room, Tony ran his free hand through his hair before making his way over to the door handle, cold palm reaching out to grip it before his wrist gave a turn to twist it open. The boy only opened the door just wide enough to slip his lithe frame through, and he quickly turned to lock it, taking the key he kept on a chain around his neck by his dog tag and inserting it into the lock. Heaving a sigh, his wild blue eyes turned and looked down either end of the hall. Looked pretty much empty.

Backing away from the door as he slung the key around his neck again, Anthony started to walk down the middle of the hall, looking at either side of the walls of doors to read the small print that had folk's names on them. Luckily, Everard was only just across the hall from his own room, and he didn't have to go trumping around on any of the other guy dorms to find this room. A coy grin crossed his lips as he reached a hand up to knock gently on the door, five times or so as the wood echoed his motions. As he stood there in his Run DMC shirt, waiting for the door to open, a sound caught his attention from the right; the direction of the stairs. Head swiveled around to meet the source, hoping and praying it wasn't staff, and sighed in relief as a hand reached up to pat his heart. It was the boy he'd just met that day in the chat.

Now, what was his name again?

Tony cursed himself mentally at his forgetfulness. Not even five minutes ago he'd just seen the name flash across his computer screen! Was it.. Fido? Fivel? ..Felix? "Hey! Kid?" Ohman. He was getting closer. Think, Tony, think! How could he have forgotten in such a short amount of time! Maybe.. maybe he forgot your name too -- yeah, then we'll be in the clear-- "You're not Tony are you?" Aw shit. He watched as the other grinned and increased his speed, flashing his own coy grin back as his mind rattled helplessly in his brain. "Yeah, that's me." He chuckled, feigning panic. "Name's Fidel Scott Mantagra, yeah?"

Fidel! That was it. He had to keep himself from doing a fist pump of relief at that very moment at finally hearing the name again, though the grin did widen. "Mm! Fidel! 'Course, I remember your name. And face, for that matter." Lies lies lies. Well, aside from the face aspect. That -did- look familiar. "Good to finally see you in the flesh." Pulling up another grin as his snake bite piercings arched, the door beside him jerked open and his head snapped to the left to watch the greeter. ..Whoa. Everard was certainly taller than he'd expected... definitely taller. He'd seen some pictures of the guy playing Rugby though, and knew he wasn't a little dude, but damn! Tony had to jerk his chin upwards just to meet his gaze, momentarily lost for words in awe at his size.

”Hey yall come on in, there’s Sweet Tea on the Coffee Table with some of Ma’s Peanut butter cookies, I want yall to help yerselves.”

Wow. Even his accent was thicker than he'd imagined. Tony gathered that he had a heavy accent for sure, he could practically hear it through the chat screen as the two had gotten to know each other over the couple days they'd been chatting. The southern air was practically radiating off of him as he stood there in the doorway, offering up cookies. His eyes brightened up at this idea and he snapped out of his daze. "Hey Everard," he greeted with a smile, one he wasn't used to giving. He'd been in a particular mood this week, though, as his mood swings often carried him, and he'd been more 'friendlier' and 'open' than usual. "Cookies? Count me in." And with that, he ducked into the clean room and spotted the cookies there on the table. A devious smirk passed his lips as he made way for this, extending an arm out to snatch one up as he took a delightful bite out of the peanutbutter treat.

It tasted as if a party had gone off in his mouth as his tongue pressed against the cookie, and his eyes fluttered slightly from the delicious sensation. "Mmm, Evs, this is good." He half purred, resisting the urge to take another bite for the sake of carrying a conversation. "I've never made a wine before, but I'm a quick learner." Tony chuckled once, then set his bag down on the ground by his legs. "Besides, can't be that hard, right?"

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[Everard Gunter Wyatt]

Everard let the boys in and closed the door behind them flipping the lock so no one could bust in on the scheming. Everard walked over to the coffee table and filled himself a glass of Sweet Tea and walked over to his book shelf and pulled out a weathered old book, covered with stains of various origins. He flipped through the book to the section labeled Beverages. Every recipe had been back tracked through the family tree to its family member of origin. As he flipped through the pages various smells hit him, all of them, reminding him of home. Everard smelled, Peach cobbler, Better than Sex Cake, Pecan Pie and Peanut Butter Fudge, it was as if each page was infused with the smell of the recipes it contained. Everard finally came to what he was looking for, a page of instructions full of how to make Dandelion Wine, the name by the recipe said nothing but Old Family Recipe, the recipe was so old Ma hand been unable to find out who made it. Everard walked over to the Coffee table and made some space and set the book down.

Everard looked at his companions, making sure to keep a close eye on Fidel so he didn’t try and make off with something. This particular recipe had only been attempted once in Everard’s life by an aunt, and it had turned out exquisite. Everard looked once more at his companions and said ”Well boys this is it. This is the oldest, most complicated, and best recipe for Dandelion Wine to be found in the whole of Georgia.”. Everard wafted the smell of the page towards his sensitive nose and smelled, Dandelions, a slight alcohol smell, and a hint of the different fruits used to help flavor the wine. The page had a small diagram as to how to harvest the Dandelions, a list of bottling tools, fermenting tools, list of ingredients and alternate ingredients, the time it takes to complete the recipe and of course a complete set of instructions.

Everard took a drink of his Sweet Tea and poured the other two glasses and gestured to the book so the Culinary Majors could look at it. ”From what I can gather, its gunna take us a time but it’ll be worth it. An if yall turn the page we got other booze Recipe’s that don’t take so much time, like my Aunt Cork’s Recipe for Wassail which is pretty much Christmas Booze, and Cousin Jana’s Tampa Sangria, that one is a bit of a lady folk drink. If yall wanna see sumthin, let me know an I’ll find it for ya, we got darn near everything in that there book. Everard took another drink and the boys do their thing.

[Fidel Mantangra]

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Tony seemed a bit more.. skittish than Fidel had first imagined. While Everard, when he opened the door, seemed quite a bit bigger. So much bigger than the tiny icon on the screen that he almost regretted trying to convince him to compete in a county fair. Almost being a key word. He smiled at Everard and moved into the brightly-lit room. He was a bit surprised to be pointed in the direction of the refreshments, he dipped his head respectfully and plopped on the couch. Tony seemed delighted by the cookies, Fidel figured that he'd try one right after Tony moved his butt. Which he didn't.

With a grumble, Fidel gently took a hold of Tony's shirt and tugged it as a not-so-subtle way to get him to move over. "Depends." Challenges were fun. Not 'kinda' fun. Tony's disposition made Fidel want to chuckle. "And if you're not a quick learner, I won't wait for you!" He laughed in jest.

His eyes traced Everard as he went through his cookbook. Ev seemed to have his eye on him as well. Quite perceptive of him, Fidel was slightly impressed. His eyes flicked around the room, He didn't seem to see any valuables. Not like he would steal from this beast of a man. He would rather keep his limbs nice and attached to his body, thank you kindly. Everard seemed kind enough though. Speaking of 'nice' he might as well sample the cookies. he snatched on and took a nice big bit."Pretty good!" he said, swallowing a mouthful. "But you should try my grandmama's Kourabiethes, nothing like cooking from the old country. Y'know what I'm sayin'?"

'Kourabiethes' were a greek treat. Lovely looking cookies that made great gifts. It was one of his Grandmother's favorite recipes. She had perfected it over her years too. Fidel had of course helped her make it multiple times. The teen leaned forward and traced a finger down the old page looking at all of the supplies they would need. He leaned back and groaned, "That's alot of stuff.."

Everard said something but, Fidel had to focus in order to make it out. He was just a simple city kid. Tough and ignorant to the world. Although underneath that facade he really wasn't, he was pretty good at playing himself off as such. He laughed and tapped Tony's shoulder, "Peice o' cake! You up for it, yeah?" He removed his hat and shook out his thick, dark hair, fingering the large notch in his ear–as was his custom– before leaning forward to look at the book again.

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Word count; 469
Notes; yay! Overconfidence!
Outfit; here!

[Anthony Cooper]

Tony took another greedy bite at the cookie in his hand, munching on it happily as he rolled the taste around in his mouth. He savored every moment the peanutbuttery goodness was there, finding cookies to be a guilty pleasure of his. Of course, only if they were fresh. Store bought cookies were just asking to upset his stomach that was dead set against processed foods, so whenever the opportunity came to snatch up a home made batch he was usually all over them.Of course, blueberries would always be his favorite food. It was awful what the boy would be willing to do for a handful. Then, down below, he felt the corner of his black Run DMC shirt ball up some in the clutch of a hand and he blinked, turning his head down to look at Fidel. Just then, he felt the tug of the hand yank him to the side to expose the table, and he gave a light oof.

Not sent off staggering into the bed or anything, Tony only mumbled to himself before leaning over to snatch another cookie, then proceeded to fall into the couch that Fidel was also on. Though he kept some distance for the sake of his territorial attitude. "And if you're not a quick learner, I won't wait for you!" He grinned then, and took another bite of the cookie; momentarily slipping into a land of bliss. "I wouldn't expect you to -- But don't worry. I can keep up." Tony contemplated giving a wink, then thought against it. He hardly knew this Fidel fellow, if at all, and giving a wink might send him the wrong message. One he didn't want that boyfriend of his coming after him for. Instead, he just took another bite. If he could, that whole plate of cookies would be inhaled in a matter of seconds.

”Well boys this is it." Tony swiveled his head towards Everard then as he yanked out a pretty rugged looking book. Keeping himself from swallowing the last third of the sugary delight, his attention flicked on as he watched Everard flip through a variety of pages. Even from his position on the couch, he could smell a collection of scents wafting his way. All of them inviting. Tony bit his lip once, tenderly as his snake bite piercings glittered in the well lit room. Today he'd managed to alternate them with black and silver. Or, tonight rather. This is the oldest, most complicated, and best recipe for Dandelion Wine to be found in the whole of Georgia.” "Complicated, huh?" velvet tone mused to himself, churning the idea over in his mind. Wine didn't sound like a particularly easy thing to make in the first place, so he wasn't totally surprised.

Tony downed the last bit of the cookie as icy eyes remained locked on Everard, thinking his offer over in his mind. A book of booze and other delicacies at their disposal? Didn't sound like half a bad idea to him. Though if he were to run about the school acting tipsy and overly friendly to other people all the time, suspicion might arise. "I'm all set with tackling this project first," he finally spoke aloud, giving a firm nod. He leaned forward some and glazed over the ingredients and some of the steps, looking for anything that looked familiar. "Sounds like this stuff might last a while by the looks of it. Granted," Tony tossed a smirk Everard's way, "You don't throw too many wild parties. If you do, I'll be hurt if I don't get an invitation." Arm extended some as he reached out to grab one of the glasses full of the tea and tipped it towards Ev in thanks before taking a slow swig.

That list -was- pretty long and impressive, some of those things he hadn't even heard of before. "Hang on a sec.." he mumbled, and set the glass back down on the table before standing up and retrieving his backpack. Unzipping it with one hand, he fished the other one inside to yank out the notebook and pen at the very bottom, juggling it around some to keep it from falling. After finding what he was looking for, Tony set the bag back down, and sat back in his original spot. Only this time closer to the edge so he could read the print better. Flipping open to a blank page, Tony stuck the end of the pen with the cap in his mouth, tugged his hand away, and began to scribble down on the paper, making occasional glances at the weathered book before him. With the pen cap wedged tightly between his teeth, he asked, "So, how you gonna hide this stuff anyhow Evs?"

Then, he felt the rap of fingers on his shoulder, and his head half cocked to the side so he could see Fidel in his peripheral vision. "Peice o' cake! You up for it, yeah?" Anthony merely laughed and nodded in response, finding this to be quite the project indeed.

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[Everard Gunter Wyatt]

Everard took another swig of the sweet tea and contemplated several methods of hiding what they were doing. His Grandpa had taught him a thing or two about Moon Shining. What they were doing wasn’t that far off. He would have to find a dark secluded place to hide the equipment in its later stages of fermentation. If he could get some shovels in these city slicker’s hands they could build a little hidden wine cellar in the forest. “I have a few ideas to keep this private Tony. I’m thinkin we dig us a wine cellar boys. Now we are all in this together so we all’r gunna dig, it’s only fair. If we go far, nuff into the woods I’m thinkin we should be safe nuff from people stumbling in on it, that an if we put some rot round it it’ll cover the alcohol smell from strong noses if yall catch my meanin.”.

Everard watched as Tony jotted down the stuff they would need and such while Fidel looked over the list. Everard took another swig of tea and contemplated the size needed for the wine cellar, and ways to help hide their handy work. This was turning into one doozie of a project. Everard took another gulp of sweet tea, almost empty. He leaned forward and filled himself up and set the jug back down.

Everard would probably be taking care of the logistics while Fidel took care of “acquiring” supplies and Fidel and Tony made the Wine. Everard looked over the recipe one more time, they would require allot of dandelions, and they would probably make a five gallon batch of wine and get a few gallon jugs and some bottles to putt the stuff in. The gallon jugs would probably sit to age while the bottles would be split between ageing and drinking.

Everard took another swig of tea and picked up one of Ma’s cookies and took a healthy bite, chewing while he thought about dimensions and a trap door and everything he would need to hide the fermenting wine. If they could find a cave along the beach it would be an excellent alternative if only it wasn’t open to the elements, the brine of the waves and whatever lived in the cave at the time. No they would definitely be getting dirty for the sake of good wine. Everard knew what his Ma and Pa would say, ”Why you goin and tryin to mess up what we worked so hard for you to get?” Well Everard would either do something amazing or learn from his mistake.

[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel looked up from his reading and raised his hand. "I agree with Tony. I want to be invited." He flashed a smile and went to take a bite of the cookie in his hand. Only to realize that he had already finished it up. He grabbed anther one and shook it pointedly at Fidel. "This project requires reward, my man!" He laughed and clenched the cookie between his teeth, turning his attentions back to the list.

He only half listened to Tony and Everard's brief exchange if words. The only part he really causght was when he heard Everard say "I’m thinkin we dig us a wine cellar boys. Now we are all in this together so we all’r gunna dig, it’s only fair."

At that moment, Fidel bit off a chunk of cookie and swallowed it before getting a chance to actually chew. He doubled over grasping his throat choking on it a bit. It only came out as muted strangled sounds as Everard spoke but when he finished it evolved and grew into full-out hacking. "Oh, –*cough*–god." he beat on e first on his chest until the choking sensation slid his throat, leaving a scratchy and uncomfortable feeling.

Wincing, the boy reached for a glass of sweet tea. Taking an exageratted larger-than-necessary swig before setting it down to speak. "Sorry. That's just surprising." He sat back and looked up at the ceiling, releasing a long and steady breath from the corner of his mouth, as though he were thinking intently. "'cause, you see, when I learned how to do this stuff, I watched it get brewed in a bathtub, and like a big pot over fire, and stuff. This is the real deal!" For some reason Fidel had thought that they would take the easy way out. But then again, stuff brewed in unsanitary places could be dangerous and in some cases toxic even. The last thing Fidel wanted to do was accidentally poison Everard, Tony, or himself. However, this brewery was a whole new set of complications. Not necessarily for ingredients and making the stuff, but rather for supplies. Fidel figured he'd be the lucky winner selected to carry out the retrieval of said supplies, considering his past experiences.

Oddly enough, that made Fidel sit back. Is that what he was recognized now? A common thief? How sad that people saw him that way now, if they saw him at all anyway. But this was a thought for contemplation ment for a totally different time and place. He grinned and leaned forward, all but forgetting the previous realization, "Digging? I don't think I'm all that stellar at it. Maybe.." He raised his eyebrows and put up his hands, "Maybe we could recruit a bit of help? Digging something like that will certainly be it's own project, yeah?" FIdel picked up the cookie he had dropped o his lap and nibbled at it. " 'cause i'm thinking here, that if we do this whole thing we could be making quite a bit more than this Dandelion wine." He met Everard's eyes with a broad grin, it looked somewhat predatory too, "Maybe we could try and start our own little business?"

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Word count; 578
Notes; NO FIDEL! BAD!
Outfit; here!
Tagg'd; Tony and Everard c;

[Anthony Cooper]

Tony's hand worked furiously against the paper, making short hand notes that he could understand for the easier ingredients, such as the dandelions and whatnot. The harder supplies that he hadn't a clue of their meaning or physical appearance, he wrote down as is. Eyes side glanced towards Fidel, smirking around the pen cap as he paused his frantic writing. "I'll leave the more difficult stuff to you, since you're such an expert." The words came out a little slurred, given the item in his mouth, but the message was sent clear enough. He turned his attention back down towards the book and began scribbling again, making sure to jot down the harder things on the bottom so he could rip it off and give it to Fidel later.

“I have a few ideas to keep this private Tony. I’m thinkin we dig us a wine cellar boys. Now we are all in this together so we all’r gunna dig, it’s only fair. If we go far, nuff into the woods I’m thinkin we should be safe nuff from people stumbling in on it, that an if we put some rot round it it’ll cover the alcohol smell from strong noses if yall catch my meanin.”.

Everard had his full attention then as he jerked his head up from the book, ignoring the choking sounds from the boy beside him. "D.. dig?" he gasped out, pen cap falling limply into his lap. Man, they were getting serious with this thing! Anthony knew there was going to be a lot of the stuff with all the supplies it was going to take just to make the stuff. But now they were talking about a cellar -- a permanent one by the sounds of it. Would their little wine gig end here with just the Dandelion kind? Or.. were they going to be using the storage for other little operations from here on out? Was there more to come? So many questions! "I don't mind digging but.. how big are we talking here?"

"Maybe we could recruit a bit of help? Digging something like that will certainly be it's own project, yeah?"

[/i] Fidel's words nearly made Tony's heart stop, and he quickly dived in to throw in his own two cents. Or maybe five. "I don't think that'd be such a good idea, guys." He reclined back in the couch some, pulling the note pad into his lap. "The more people we get involved, the more people we have to be liable for. Even if it's just one or two more people. Word could slip about what we're doing, and no doubt we'll wind up getting our asses suspended or something." He arched a brow at the two, and shook his head, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of getting slammed or caught, but what I don't want is for -us- to get in trouble because we got snitched on to some teacher. Even if we just hired some guys to just dig without telling them what it's for, no doubt they'll get to questioning, snooping, and hang around our little hide out for the bottles while we aren't there."

He sighed finally, out of breath and side glanced to Fidel to see if he was still breathing. He reached over and gave a rough, reassuring pat to his back to help clear up any cookie that might've been hanging on desperately in his throat. Although he looked fine now. "But anyways, that's just my opinion." Then, suddenly, he felt his pocket vibrate. Blinking, Tony shifted the pad over to his other hand, placed the pen under his thumb so he could pin it there. Tony lifted himself up some off of the couch enough to squeeze his hand into his tight jeans to fish out the purple phone, and turned it around in his hand to look at the touch screen. (1) New Message. View now? he selected yes with his other free thumb, and quickly read the screen.

Help me out, Cuzzo. Stuck outside my dorm, can't get in. 220

The text had been sent from his younger cousin, Gisselle, and he groaned reading the message. Apparently she hadn't gotten her key yet, or something, and needed his 'skills' to break the lock. Frustrated beyond belief, Tony shoved the phone roughly back into his pocket and stood up. "Ugh, I'm sorry guys. I've gotta run." He quickly tore off the bottom half of the supplies list, and put it down on the coffee table, patting it. "That's your half." He grinned weakly, then turned his attention over to Everard. "Listen man, thanks for the cookies and stuff -- I'll get the things we need on this bit," at this he waved the note pad, "But uhm, text me with updates on what's going on, okay?" Shuffling over to his bag, he tossed the note book, and pen back inside and zipped it up quickly before slinging it over his shoulder. Making his way over to the door, he hesitated. Finally, Anthony turned around and snatched one last cookie off of the plate and stuffed it in his mouth before giving a two finger salute to the duo, and slipping out of the door.

Damn. Gizzy would pay for this later.
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[/color] Here--*[/color] CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES And sooo, Tony makes his exit! WORD COUNT 882 TAGG Everard; Fidel [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]