K-Sig Annual Halloween Party (OPEN)

[Ethan White]

Set on the 28^th of October

Frat houses are known to be one of the most prominent party places in most universities, and if Ethan’s experience in living in one for two or so months is any indication (or partly living, since he still goes to that apartment of his from time to time), such a sweeping generalization holds true for his. Never has a week gone by without something happening in the house. Which is why it isn’t all that surprising that come night of the 28^th, music’s once again blaring loudly from the house as dozens of costume-clad individuals <>

It’s the one time in the year when girls can (and do) turn the slut-level way up and heaven knows a testosterone-filled house can’t say no to that.

And as much as Ethan would love to get into the scene and party his ass out, he’s currently stuck in one of the bathrooms, rearranging his costume and making sure he’s worn his Buzz Lightyear costume back properly. He’s got an early start, as they say, with the cheerleader that’s supposedly been eyeing him early on. Apparently she got hold of the information that Ethan’s finally single and dove right in. Not that the brunette’s complaining.

Resolving to just leave the jet pack (she unfortunately punctured it with her heels on her way out), Ethan took one last look at the mirror just to make sure his arm bands are on tight and his suits zipped up properly. Satisfied, the brunette walked out of the room and grabbed himself two cups, giving one to guy (or girl; the light’s not really helping him he says) beside him with a grin. “Having fun?” he asked with a smug grin.

And no, he has no idea that he has a rather prominent hickey on his neck right now.

[Braxton Carson]

Stupidly bright yellow shirt: check. Old plain looking blue jeans: check. Brown leather belt: check. Red bandana worn in the neck: check. Cowboy hat and boots: check. Where's my cow vest? Braxton freaked out. He needed the cow vest, otherwise his attempt at a Woody costume would just end up being a failure. He started to tear his room apart looking for the damned thing. It wasn't like he was the msot organized person ever, but he was pretty sure he had left it in his bed, where could it have gone? Not under the bed, not below the mattress, not behind the dresser.

"ETHAN!" He yelled from his second floor floor, completely sure, though, that Ethan was not going to hear him with the loud music being played in the living room. "ETHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Where the fuck is it?! "Damn it."

Dodging people in the halls, Braxton quickly arrived to the main room to see it rather full already. He had been sleeping all afternoon and only woke up an hour ago or so to the music, only managing to finish getting dressed now. Well, that if he ever founds his cow vest.

"Where's my cow vest?!" He promptly asked Ethan as soon as he found him in the crowd. "Tell me you've seen it."

What would Braxton do without Ethan? Really, those couple of weeks they barely spoke to each other had been hell to Braxton as he everyday finds more dependent on the older boy for pretty much everything that ordinary adults are supposed to do for themselves, including, but not limited to, laundry, cooking, cleaning, organizing, house and school payments and even waking him up for class. How did Braxton paid for such "services"? By getting mad at him when discovering Ethan was bisexual behind his back. Thankfully the dark days had been over for some days now, and although at first it would have look like retreating back to status quo would take at least a week or so, the current scenario of Brax helplessly needing Ethan's help for the mundane task of localizing the final touch of his costume meant that everything went back to normal faster than expected.

"Oh dude, you have a hickey! Fellow brother, Larry, a.k.a. the guy in a toilet paper costume, patted Ethan's shoulder before high-fiveing him. "That Sandra is wild, isn't she?"

"Huh?" Driven by curiousity, Braxton quickly grabbed Ethan's face by his chin and turned it to discover the dark spot in his neck. "God, someone needs to teach that chick. Left me one in my cheek for days a couple of months ago."

[Liam & Logan Griffiths]

Liam and Logan weren’t entirely sure why they had decided to go to the party. Although neither of them were against drinking, they weren’t usually the type to hang out in frat houses. Tons of college kids getting drunk and acting stupid wasn’t exactly their cup of tea.

And yet, here they were. Liam would have said it was all Logan’s idea. And Logan would claim Liam was the one who drug him here. Truthfully, both of them were a bit curious and interested. If nothing else, they could write up an article about college drinking the next day.

They were both dressed in grey suits, small round glasses, and carrying cigars. They each claimed dressing as Sigmund Freud was their idea first, but by they time they’d realized they were identical it was too late to change. They had a feeling not many people would understand who they were dressing up as anyway.

”Good evening,” ”Good evening, the twins said in unison as they walked up in the middle of Ethan and Braxton’s conversation. The twins hadn’t talked to Braxton since they had completed his math homework, something they were both happy about. And although they’d bumped into Ethan from time to time around the campus, they hadn’t had much of a chance to talk to him.

”Well, it seems like everyone is having a good time,” Liam said, helping himself and his brother to some beer. ”Especially those two in the corner,” Logan said, gesturing toward a boy dressed as Jack Sparrow getting a lap dance by some sort of bunny/stripper.

”That’s a grand hicky you’ve got there,” ”That’s a grand hicky you’ve got there,” the twins said to Ethan, reaching out to give him a pat on the back. The gesture felt odd to both of them, but they figured if they were going to join the party they might as well act the part of friendly college mates.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny loved October. She loved that suddenly every store and restaurant had pumpkin flavoring in everything. She loved dressing up, she loved candy, and she loved parties.

She did not love that most costumes for adult women were overtly sexual in nature. She didn't want to wear lingerie, she wanted to wear a costume, and it annoyed her that the two seemed to be synonymous. So she'd settled for the Sailor Moon costume sold by Hot Topic, sewn a strip of red fabric along the bottom of the skirt, spray painted the red portion of the gloves gold, put a big red bow in her hair, slipped on some blue heels, dug out a white Mardi Gras mask, and hoped she looked like her mission was kicking ass and taking names, not going home with some stupid drunk frat boy.

She waved to Ethan as she bounded in, but he looked distracted with his bros, so she scanned the gathered crowds for anyone else she knew and didn't despise. Bro, bro, slut, bro, slut, slut, slut, bro...

She got the feeling she was distinctly outnumbered here. Okay, but it was a Halloween party, they had to have candy or desserts somewhere, right? They weren't going to live off beer and sex.

Oh, who was she kidding, of course they could.

Still, she slipped between the crowd, meandering toward the refreshments table in as straight a line as she could manage without shoving people out of her way, hoping that perhaps a nice platter of brownies or cookies or pumpkin rolls would take her mind off the fact that she had inadvertently made her way into what she deemed a hostile environment.

[Ethan White]

Not everyone would be happy being treated by his best friend’s little babysitter. That he’d be the one doing his laundry, making sure said best friend does his homework and many more mundane things said best friend should’ve learned how to do before he graduated high school (elementary even). But then, not everyone’s Ethan.

The brunette’s actually glad the whole ‘return to status quo’ thing went way faster than he’d expected. Sure he had to get beat up for it (lucky for him he didn’t break any major bones), but he claims it was so worth it. “Your room. Turn left and go in front of the acacia cabinet you have, the one where Melanie broke her nail in a month ago. Third drawer down, right beside your Carebears boxers,” he said without even batting an eyebrow, chugging his drink down, “Didn’t I tell you that last night when I washed it since you spilled coffee on it the other day?”

He was about to roll his eyes and huff indignantly at how well Braxton remembers things when the twins came along, prompting a smile from the brunette. “Logan! Liam! Hi,” he waved, grabbing each of them into what some may call a bro-handshake. (You know, the whole pull close then hug with one hand gesture). “Glad you could come. Midterms are coming up soon so you might just have an increase in customers this side of the campus really soon.” No, he’s not saying most of his brothers are a little dim; he’s just saying that none of them really want to do much about their academics. And with the good marks Braxton got on his homework, well, the two have built quite the reputation around the house already, if he can say so himself. “Nice Sherlock Holmes costumes by the way.”

His attention was quickly torn away from the group when a certain blonde came to view however. He didn’t have the same blonde-radar as Braxton had, but he did have a little ‘spidey-sense’ whenever this particular girl comes within his vicinity. He waved back and was about to walk over when Brax grabbed his chin and began talking about something on his neck. So unfocused was he on the conversation at hand that he completely missed the part about his hickey.

“Dude, get your hands off me,” muttered Ethan, slightly annoyed expression on his face as he thwackedlightly patted Braxton’s hand off, “Liam, Logan, can you watch my ward Braxton for a bit? Just make sure he doesn’t drink too much; he’s always had this fantasy about you two in bed with him and it might not be good (for you) if you’re still around him when he’s all tipsy.” He stuck his tongue out at Braxton, and gave Larry and the Griffith twins a pat on the back as he excused himself, making his way across the sea of people.

Reaching the snack table, he grabbed a brownie and gave the blonde a little nudge on the side before speaking up. “Didn’t think I’d see you around here,” he smiled weakly, “Don’t worry, the food aren’t spiked. Made sure no special brownies are in here. Not sure about the ‘vegetarian pizza’ though.” He gave the big bow a little flick and laughed. “Nice costume. I didn’t know SailorMoon’s supposed to have masks though.”

Yes, his hickey’s still uncovered. This is probably one of the reasons he should’ve been the one with the Woody costume. (Ascot anyone?)

ooc:
Long and rambly. My bad. >.<
- Jam

[Tree Roxenbourge]

Tree had started celebrating Halloween early, and by the time she'd finally gotten the text about some frat boy party at the K-Sig house she'd been loose enough to think it would be a fantastic idea and that a red dress she'd picked up at a Salvos and enough fake blood made a kickass Queen Mary the Bloody costume. With her dreads wound up in a cheap plastic crown and basically a whole lot of blood dripping everywhere, she'd been stealing jello shots for a good hour now.

Tree had seen Ginny around campus but she'd only started this year, so recognising her was one thing but knowing what her name was was something else. Still, Ethan, she did know.

"Ethan, baby!" Tree exclaimed, beaming with a red plastic cup in one hand. "Digging this party, dude. You don't even know how much!" Hearing the news about the special brownies though her face fell. "Why would you do that! Massive spoiler, man. What if the blonde chickadee wants to get buzzed?"

It occurred to her that she should probably talk to the blonde girl, instead of talking about her, so she turned and raised her eyebrows. "Were there mushrooms on the pizza?" she asked, then grinned again. "Or did the frat boys chicken out after that boy thought he was a cat for like, three hours,"

[Alexander McKenzie]

Since starting University, Alex hadn’t gone to any of the parties. Invites flew around the campus constantly, but between the stresses of beginning his classes and keeping up with them, being sick, and patching things up with Ann, he hadn’t had time.

But Halloween was one of his favorite holidays. And after getting an invite through the grapevine, he’d invited Ann, and they’d tried to figure out a good ‘couples’ costume. Of course, they had gone through (and gotten rid of) several ideas before arriving at something they both considered good enough to use.

It had taken him a solid hour to do his makeup to his satisfaction. Though he usually had dark circles under his eyes, he’d enhanced them, paled his skin down, and carefully stencilled two perfect puncture marks, complete with blood trails down his neck. After picking up a cheap t-shirt, he’d artfully ripped it in places to ‘stage’ a fight, and smeared a bit of red ink in strategic places.

He made the perfect vampire victim.

Now he just needed his vampire.

It hadn’t taken long to get back to the University from the dorms, and upon picking Ann up at her dorm, he heard all about how her roommates had ‘helped’ her get ready.

He had to admit, he was enjoying their handiwork.

It was going to be nice to get to know the other students outside of classes. Mustering a bit of courage, Alex gave his girlfriend a little smile and tugged her into the room. This was going to be fun.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann was very content with her life. She made a friend that was the sort to become a best friend. She had her job, she had Alex, she had college. She barely had a social life outside of that, and that was perfectly alright with her. She had heard news about a Halloween party, and didn't really think twice about it. Ann barely had time to sleep after all of her work, but Halloween was one of her favorite holidays. College parties, however, didn't seem like her cup of tea.

When Alex approached her about the party, however, the idea seemed to become more of a possibility. If she was going to spend the time with Alex, and they would dress similar...it could be fun. She enjoyed the idea of what they picked, even if she did have to get those fake fangs to put in--Ann went for the good sort that would actually stay in her mouth so she could eat without worrying.

She hadn't expected her roommate and her cronies to steal her away and do her makeup and hair, turning her into a real vampire mistress. They had too much fun and Ann was uncomfortable for the entire experience, but they were just having too much fun with it so Ann didn't stop them. After they were finished, she had to compliment their skills. She looked pretty sinister, but awesome. She refused the heels they tried to make her wear, however. She would not.

Walking with Alex to the party was fun, because it was just the two of them. Her nerves didn't start to get to her until they actually reached the party. She fed off of Alex's courage before they walked in. She glanced around immediately to see if there was anyone their that she knew. A pair of twins caught her attention but they were occupied, so she kept looking. She couldn't remember their names anyway. Liam and Justin? No that wasn't it. They were both L names, she was sure. She'd met them at the mall a little while ago, when all of her clothes had gotten vandalized.

"Anyone here you know?" Ann asked Alex, looking at him with that 'eek! Don't really know what to do' look.

[Ginny Campbell]

Ginny gratefully snagged a brownie at Ethan's reassurances, flicking her gaze up and down his costume. "Someone's been showing Buzz some appreciation." She noted with a smirk. "Guess you saved them from some evil space sorcerer."

She adjusted her mask with one hand, shoving the brownie into her mouth with the other. "mf. Sh'does'n'the'comic." She mumbled between a mouthful of snack. "Sides, I'm Sailor V, not Sailor Moon, I just don't have the skills to mod the costume into a two piece."

She should have asked Isaac; ah, well. C'est la vie.

The girl in the violent queen costume earned a look of disbelief. "No, buzzed is so not my thing." She was possibly the only sober attendee at half the concerts and parties she went to, which was sometimes a bit annoying as it meant people behaved ridiculously and without thought.

Then again, people tended to do that without the help of drugs and alcohol.

Still, her dad had flipped when she'd mentioned going to the Shpongle concert with stoners, she didn't want to know what he would say if she started getting high herself. Not something she wanted to consider.

At least drug girl didn't look like a hooker.

"Haven't tried the pizza yet. Looks like there are regular produce from the grocery store mushrooms on it." She peered at the pizza suspiciously. She loved mushrooms, but she wasn't interested in trying the illegal kind.

Maybe she'd better play it safe.

"Maybe Ethan knows, hey, Eth, is the pizza safe?" She quizzed, then spotted a familiar figure walking through the door behind him, followed by another non-hooker female.

Excellent, she wasn't going to be the only one after all.

She waved vehemently at Alex, cupping her mouth once the brownie had disappeared. "Yo, Alex, is that your lady? Come over here and introduce us!"

[Edward Scott]

Always bloody late. He'd never been good with the whole time management thing anyway. His brothers would probably flip out about it and he was sure Ethan and Braxton were already on something heavier then beer. If They weren't he was about to kick their backsides and stuff a funnal down their throats. As for dressing up... Edward wasn't much of a halloween fan so what he did was get a ton of fake blood then snag one of his lab suits. He'd had quite a job of ordering a huge syringe and it only arrived two days ago but thank God it had arrived.

What was a good malpractice doctor without a face syringe? Stetascope around his neck and his blood soaked gloves on his hands, Edward was fully dressed and ready for the blood. He got a roommate to help him smear it everywhere and while talking to Drew, he waited for it to dry. He was really disappointed to see that his fiance in that tuxedo of his and not be there to take it off at the end of the night. Seeing Drew's face on the skype video screen was hard. He was really missing Drew but this book was a long time coming and if Andrew couldn't be supportive of him...

And this was the exact way that the conversation turned into a argument leaving Edward with a black screen again because Drew kinda turned into a child when they were fighting over something like say... the integration of Meta-humans. Edward rolled his eyes and slammed his palm down on his desk surface.
"Hard to believe he is older then me or maybe he's too much of a woman..."
Edward said to the person in the doorway.
"We're late. Don't worry, Ed. You'll find some girl to sleep with. Forget about your bro."

Edward pushed himself from his desk, picked up his syringe and slipped his mask in place before he got to his feet. Yes. That's what everyone knew Drew as. His brother. They did look a lot alike. Wasn't it like some wierd human reaction to attempt to date someone with the same facial structure as yourself? In no time they are at Kappa-Sigma's annual halloween party but, it was not the brother's he had spent several years of Uni with that were littered across the room. All the faces were still new to him. He knew basically, only Ethan and Braxton there.

Maybe Miranda would show up at some point. She was a uni student and he'd love seeing her again... all of her. Edward let his eyes slowly search the room seeing if he could spot someone he recognized. While searching, he made his way over to a table and set down his vodka and whiskey bottles then ended his search to pour himself a drink.

[Alexander McKenzie]

Alex hadn’t met a lot of his fellow students yet. Mostly due to the fact he’d been a bit reclusive. He could name a few, but he didn’t see any of them here. Not yet, anyway. So he smiled reassuringly at Ann and squeezed her hand. “Not right now, but I’m sure we’ll recognize someone eventually. In the meantime, would you like something to eat?”

He was planning to move to the snack table anyway, but the call of his name made him look up in slight surprise. He didn’t think he’d known anyone at the party, but it seemed that he was mistaken. He had to smile at the waving blond. Even with the mask, now he took a better look, he knew who she was.

Ginny was one of the few people he’d connected with during the rough few first weeks. She was in a few of his classes, and he genuinely liked the young woman. She’d been a great help in learning to adjust to the flow of University. “Ginny!” He called back, grinning, before giving Ann’s hand a small tug.

“Ginny’s a friend of mine,” he explained quietly to her. “She in my science classes.”

And Ann had no reason to be jealous. He’d spent more time talking about studies and comics with Ginny than he had checking her out. He meandered over, lifting his free hand in greeting. “Sailor V. Nice.” Yes, he had a working knowledge of ‘girl’ comics. Sue him.

Right. He was supposed to be introducing Ann. With a proud grin, he looked up at Ginny. “Ginny, this is Ann. Ann, Ginny.” Hopefully the girls would get off on the right foot. Ginny was a great girl. And while they got to know each other, he eyed the table with the treats. “... Everything’s legit, right?” The last thing he wanted was to get high or drunk or spaced out against his will.

[Jalen August]

Jalen, having been invited to the Kellogg’s big party by Brax, wondered if the boy was enough of a moron to think she would come alone, or for him at all. She arrived, with her date, and as planned, they had dressed up in a duo costume, Superboy and Wonder Girl respectively. Jalen had argued with him about the costumes for a while, seeing as she wanted to go as Superman and Wonder Woman, but he pointed out the obvious – she was blonde, Wonder Woman wasn’t. She agreed with him in the end, and was happy to settle on the outfits that didn’t require wearing tights. The blonde was wearing a shirt she had made to match that of the superhero, which showed her midriff and everything. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the body for it, and part of her was really excited to entice every guy there with what they couldn’t have. She was there with JD, and that was how she would leave.

There were about an even mix of boys and girls here, although she didn’t recognize a single soul, aside from the idiot in the cowboy getup who had invited her here. Jalen’s hair was down, covering her scar, a silver bracelet on her arm which was linked through JD’s. “Thank you for coming, I think we’ll have fun,” she smiled, squeezing his forearm lightly as they walked around. Some of the costumes were pathetic, even more lazy than the ones they were wearing, and that was saying something. “Glad to see we fit right in, you know, aside from drinking excessively and acting like that,” she said, her dark eyes on a couple vigorously making out on the floor, which made Jalen tilt her head sideways. How could that girl bend like that?

Jalen didn’t really want to talk to Braxton, she just wanted him to see her here with someone else, and hope that he would get the hint. Whether or not he would notice anything about her other than the obvious, was still to be determined.

[JD Paerson]

JD hadn't had any plans for Halloween, so he was glad to go with Jalen. He was going with Jalen. Which was a big thing in itself. She'd invited him, and she'd called him her date. So when she wanted to wear the Superman/Wonder Woman matching outfits, he'd been willing to go with the flow. It was hard to dig up a Superman costume, though, and he wasn't sure he liked the idea of the red underwear hanging out in public, so he'd convinced Jay to go with the kid counterparts instead. Thankfully. All he had to do was throw on the black-and-red Super logo t-shirt that had been given to him by Zac at some point or another and he was good to go.

And he got to drive her. In his Lexus. He'd insisted he could drive, if only to show off the car.

"Glad I could be here with you," JD said, smiling at Jalen. "Thanks for inviting me." He was enjoying her costume as well, and he'd caught a few looks from some other people. It was kind of a nice feeling, to know that she was there with him. And he intended to play nice the whole night so that she wouldn't ditch on him.

"Yeah, who would want to get totally wasted?" he agreed absently, watching the couple on the ground. Was that biologically possible? Was all of college like this? Was it necessarily a bad thing?

JD looked around the room. He saw a lot of people he didn't recognize, and a few he did. One person in particular he spotted. He waved across the room at Ann, but wasn't sure if she'd seen him. It looked like she was there with someone, which was nice. She was a cool person, from the interactions he'd had with her.

But then he turned his attention back to Jalen. "So, see anyone you know here?" He placed a hand over her hand as it slid through his arm.

[Ethan White]

Ethan ate the brownie he grabbed in one bite, wiping his mouth as a few crumbs fell from his lips. “N’aww. No evil space sorcerer. Just my dad.” Then again he knows how cruel his dad can be to his students, so he figures it wouldn’t really make much of a difference. Just don’t tell his old man his son’s talking bad about him behind his back. “Woody was my favourite though. But my best friend insisted I be Buzz since he already had so many Woody puns in mind.”

None of them child friendly, mind you.

“Ahh, I see.” Which is basically a code for ‘I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about but I’ll just go with it’. Anime was just not his thing, unfortunately. “Well at least you didn’t go as Sailor Pluto. Because then you’d be swarmed by the astronomy majors for not being a planet anymore.” Cue in awkward laugh to mask the lameness of the joke.

But then Tree suddenly appeared out of nowhere, almost giving him a heart attack with her costume and making him spew a few food bits out from his mouth (she just gets better and better each year, he’ll give her that). “Don’t just jump on people like that Tree. You don’t want me thinking the house is haunted, right?” said the brunette with a wide grin as his heart slowly went back to normal, manners suddenly kicking in, “Tree, Ginny. Ginny, Tree.”

And he thought separating himself from his high-profile womanizer of a best friend would give him ample alone time to talk to and possibly ask the girl – whom he has had a crush on for the longest time – out. Seems even amidst the sea of possibly drunken (and undoubtedly more amusing) people, a guy in a white-and-purple spacesuit still stands out.

Just one of the reasons why he wanted to be Batman for this party. Damn Braxton had to be pissy about being one too so they had to settle for something different.

“I’d stay away from the pizza and the cookies Gin; Frank made sure they were extra loaded. Just like the orange and apple juice.” So unless someone brought bottled water to the party, they’re going to get just a bit tipsy. “Your favourite mushrooms are right over there Tree,” pointed Ethan towards the table right across them, nudging her on the side slightly and raising his eyebrows knowingly (read: I love you Tree, but not right now).

Or not. Here comes a few more. Former Hammel kids from the looks of it. (He says they have some weird air around them; claims he developed such a skill from wandering aimlessly around the institute halls since he could walk).

Not one to be ignored, he let out a rather obvious cough and grabbed Alex’s hand for a handshake. “I’m Ethan. Glad you could come. And if by ‘legit’ you mean spiked, well, yeah. Pretty much so.” He might’ve been just a bit too abrasive than what he would’ve wanted to be. Not that he regrets it anyway.

At this rate though, he’s never going to get his chance.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann was having a bit of trouble taking in all the costumes, the music, the decorations, the fact she was at a frat party dressed as a vampire....It was so strange and not Ann. She just couldn't really grasp it. When someone called out Alex's name, Ann looked to see some girl dressed as one of those cartoon girls with the stupid long hair and big eyes and...sailor girls or something. Ann didn't really know what it was, but knew at the same time. She didn't really like the costume because it was one of those skantastic ones. Ann was fully dressed and still believed that Halloween costumes were scary not underwear--to give the girl credit though, she wasn't the most scantily clad person at the party.

Alex knew her from somewhere. She figured it was probably from a class of his, which was understandable for Ann. He was a super nice person and she could see him having a million friends. Ann didn't immediately speculate that the two were sweet on each other or anything like that--that just wasn't how her mind worked. She smiled a little at the girl, as Alex introduced her.

"Nice to meet you." Ann was pretty shy still, in social situations. She was feeling a bit confident with Alex next to her. She faintly registered that Alex had said the name of the costume the girl was wearing, but she couldn't recall what it actually was. "I like your bow." She complimented with a half smile. Wow, she was lame.

She looked off, a little embarrassed and spotted JD with a girl. She smiled and waved back, as he did the same to her. They were busy with Ginny at the moment, and JD soon turned back to talking to the girl he was with. Maybe she would go talk to him some time later, to see how he was doing. Or something.

Probably not.

"Would you guys like some snacks, or something?" Ann was in a particular munchy mood. After they rattled off their snack preferences (or lack there of) Ann moved over to the table and picked a few things for herself and got herself a drink. She took a sip of it and made a face. There wasn't something quite right with it.

(this can't be good.)