Noe
Change my priorities
Noe could have predicted the chaos that would ensue next.
Somehow remaining clean (for the moment) of any flying foodstuffs, the girl ducked behind the nearest table - sure to take her plate with her, which was full of all manner of barbecue delicacies. She’d managed to eat most of the burger, at least, but the rest of the food? Fair game for throwing. Her spork? The perfect catapult. Now that she was in position, she was well and truly dedicated to making sure that this game ended with everyone else covered in food and herself as clean as she could reasonably stay.
A spoonful of potato salad was lofted towards Melita, who also seemed to have avoided the worst of the food fight thus far, and then a bit of baked beans made a trajectory into the fray at large. She didn’t know many people here aside from their little group, so she aimed at random, giggling all the while, and hoping to add to the general chaos of the war.
Somehow remaining clean (for the moment) of any flying foodstuffs, the girl ducked behind the nearest table - sure to take her plate with her, which was full of all manner of barbecue delicacies. She’d managed to eat most of the burger, at least, but the rest of the food? Fair game for throwing. Her spork? The perfect catapult. Now that she was in position, she was well and truly dedicated to making sure that this game ended with everyone else covered in food and herself as clean as she could reasonably stay.
A spoonful of potato salad was lofted towards Melita, who also seemed to have avoided the worst of the food fight thus far, and then a bit of baked beans made a trajectory into the fray at large. She didn’t know many people here aside from their little group, so she aimed at random, giggling all the while, and hoping to add to the general chaos of the war.
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
