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[indent][indent][color=fada5e][b]“Uh, well, I wouldn’t say they’re [i]amazing[/i]...”[/b][/color] Ziggy trails off, a little unsure, and then, the corners of his lips begin to quirk up into a cheeky grin. The beer in his hand sloshes around the bottle as he motions towards the brownies. [color=fada5e][b]“But you’re welcome to try one, let me know what you think.”[/b][/color]

As a show of solidarity, and to prove that the brownies were, in fact, edible, Ziggy chomps down the remaining half of the one he’d eaten earlier, arching an eyebrow as if to say: [i]‘see?’[/i] This time, the skunky, pungent aftertaste of the brownie is less pronounced, and he’s even able to swallow it without the beer. [i]Huh[/i], maybe he could get used to this — that is, if he had the patience to wait that long.

He hurriedly wipes the brownie crumbs from his hand onto his hoodie, then reaches out for a handshake, smile still wide on his lips. Thankfully, he’s still sober enough to figure out who he’s talking to. [color=fada5e][b]“Venus, right? I’m Isaac, but you can call me Ziggy.”[/b][/color]

[color=fada5e][b]“Make yourself at home. [i]Mi casa su casa[/i], and all that.”[/b][/color] Ziggy jokes, gesturing vaguely to the hallway. For a moment, he’s almost tempted to slink back to his room before the party [i]really[/i] began. He knows he still has some weed squirrelled away somewhere, and probably enough rolling papers to arm an entire hippie commune, but there isn’t any rush, is there? The night was still young, and Ziggy would prefer to keep his wits about him for a little while longer.

When the icy beer bottle grows stinging against his palm, Ziggy passes it to his other hand, then moves to sit on the armrest of the couch. At the far end of the hallway, he spots one of his dormmates, Ford, carting along a literal wagon full of… [i]something[/i]. He has to squint a little to see, but is that a [i]sex doll[/i]? Wearing sunglasses, no less. Ziggy just lets out a snort-slash-snigger into the lip of his bottle. He’d have to find out what the guy was up to later, but for now, he’s happy shooting the shit with a newfound acquaintance.

[color=fada5e][b]“So, how’d you end up at Upper Lake?”[/b][/color] His head cocks sideways, eyes glittering with ill-hidden curiosity. [color=fada5e][b]“Burnout, runaway, or do you just like the cold?”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]
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