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[color=slategray][sub]Collab with: [@Universorum]
Location: The Sandy Throne
Interacting with: Themselves[/sub][/color][/center][hr]

[indent]Quincy shoved her way through groups of students and out onto the patio of the beach house, taking in a deep, almost desperate, breath. She hadn’t realized how hot it had been inside, or how out of breath she’d been. She drank in the cool, winter air that wafted off of the ocean. Looking up, she saw the moon beaming down onto the rest of the party, which had gathered around the stage and the bonfire. She was almost so caught up in the beauty, that she forgot her mission. [color=ff0066][i]A Double![/i][/color]

Quincy charged forward, towards the edge of the beach, stumbling through the sand towards a sand throne that could only belong to A Double. Who else came to a party only to build sand castles? After what felt like years, she reached the throne, and grinned at A Double. [color=ff0066][b]”Can I, uh, can I sit here?”[/b][/color] she asked, panting from her trek. Q was normally a calm, collected person, but tonight, vodka was in charge, and he was steering her towards A Double, with no brakes in sight.

One of the very few voices in the world that could have dragged him peacefully from his tranquilo mindset flooded into his ears, and A Double turned his attention to Quincy, smiling brightly at his best friend, though he rather suddenly sat up and squinted at her when he realized how out of breath she seemed to be. [color=17aa99][b]“Hey, are you okay? And, uhm… give me a second! This isn’t really made to fit, well… more than one A Double… I can make it bigger though! Can you hand me my shovel?”[/b][/color]

Quincy laughed. A loud, joyful laugh, the kind that didn’t scare birds away, but instead invited them to hang out and smoke a joint. [color=ff0066][b]”Of [i]cooooourse[/i] I’m okay, A Dub. Of course. Of course. That is a very funny phrase. It sounds fake,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, giggling. She ignored A Doubles request for a shovel, sighing and falling into his lap, giggling. She looked up straight into his eyes, really brown eyes, and grinned. [color=ff0066][b]”Hi. You have pretty eyes,”[/b][/color] she said, grinning wildly.

YIKES.

A Double was not sure exactly how to react to this situation, and he could feel an old villain creeping back up into throat. Oh, man, not [i]now[/i]. He stared at Quincy for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, giving her a very long look into his eyes as he listened to her giggle. He’d never heard her giggle like that before! It was different!? Cute. Cute is the word you’re looking for, Mr. Bishop. Oh man, here we go. He had to say [i]something[/i] or he’d look like a damn fool.

[color=17aa99][b]“T-th-thanks. I-I-I grew them mys-s-s-self.”[/b][/color] He hadn’t STUTTERED in FOREVER. He’d worked really hard with a talking doctor to fix that! It came back sometimes though… only when he got really nervous. BUT SHE WAS SITTING ON TOP OF HIM. A Double’s normal color in his cheeks faded, and was soon replaced with the bright red of a blush. Now she’d think he was retarded. Dang.

Quincy’s eyes widened as A Double stuttered. She’d had no idea A Double even had a stutter. She couldn’t help but burst out giggling. [color=ff0066][b]”That was so cute!”[/b][/color] Q said in between gasping breaths. When she finally fell silent she leaned her head into his chest, smiling, before looking back up into his eyes. [color=ff0066][b]”I think I’m drunk. And I think I’m in love with you,”[/b][/color] she said, the gravity of her words completely lost on her.

DOUBLE YIKES.

Love!? A Double barely knew what love meant! She couldn’t just say things like that, and get all snuggly up to him! This was madness, this was confusion, this was so many things he’d never felt before. He’d spent the last twenty minutes building a throne of sand, for God’s sake. [color=17aa99][b]“T-t-t-th-that’s… g-g-good?”[/b][/color] A Double offered carefully, feeling himself stutter and stumble over his words even more. [color=17aa99][b]“I-I-I-I think-k-k-k-k you’re drunk-k-k too.”[/b][/color]

Quincy grinned and sat up straight, then leaned in until their foreheads were touching. [color=ff0066][b]”A Double, you talk too much.”[/b][/color] And then she went for it. She lightly pressed her lips to his, interlocking them, gently at first, and then with more force as she brought her hands up into A Double’s hair, exploring every dark strand there was to explore. 

TRIPLE YIKES.

Is this what kissing was? A Double had never been kissed before! Why was she pulling his hair? Why did her lip gloss taste like cherries? Why didn’t anyone prepare him for this?! This was [i]wild[/i]. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his entire life, and to be honest… he was into it. Way into it. Was all kissing like this, or was it just because Q was special to him!? He didn’t know. But what he [i]did[/i] know was that he was leaning into it, pretty heavily.

Quincy Hart was fully aware of three things at that moment. One, was that she was currently straddling her best friend and tonguing him down at the same time. Two, was that he tasted like weed and peanuts, a taste that she was certain she’d never be able to forget. And three was that she was very, very, into it. So into it that she began to move her hips, as you do. The downside to this was that Quincy was drunk, and her movements were a bit more exaggerated than she’d planned, and her knee accidentally knocked A Double’s bong out of its BongHolder™, right onto the beach.

A Double was in the most sexually charged situation in his entire life, but [i]unfortunately[/i] it had to end. He [i]saw[/i] his bong falling out of his peripheral vision, and like any good stoner, he did the only rational thing: dive for it. And dive he did, taking Q with him, over the edge of the sand throne, and careening down to the sand. Now, A Double caught James Bong. James Bong, 00420, the reason A Double was tranquilo all the time… he was safe. But, the moment? The moment was gone. And rather than say anything, A Double just laid on his back, holding the bong into the air above him, some of the water sloshing out to the sand while he stared up at the night sky.

It had happened and now it was over. Q lifted a hand to her lips, as if she needed to make sure they were still there. They brushed across the surface gently, confirming their continued placement on her face. As she stared up into the sky, she came to realize how unlikely this series of events was, and exactly how perfect it was. If her mom and dad hadn’t met she would’ve never been born and then if her dad hadn’t died she never would’ve tried to ruin Hailey’s reputation and then she never would’ve become friends with A Double and she’d never have the best make out session of her life. [color=ff0066][i]Wow[/i][/color]

A Double remained silent as Q checked on herself. He slowly brought James Bong down, sitting him carefully by his head. A Double was suddenly made very aware of a simple fact: he was hungry. Even though he’d eaten peanuts all day, and had stuffed almost a whole bag of chips into his mouth… he was [i]real[/i] hungry. Honestly, he had a craving. It wasn’t his fault! He’d had it for a while now. He turned his head to look over at Q. [color=17aa99][b]“...hey, Q?”[/b][/color]

Q turned her head slowly so she was looking over at A Double. [color=ff0066][b]”Yes, A Dub?”[/b][/color]

There were a few more seconds of silence.

[color=17aa99][b]“Do you wanna get some McDonald’s?”[/b][/color]

Q mulled over the question for a moment.

[color=ff0066][b]”Yeah, sure.”[/b][/color][/indent]