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[sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@Hey Im Jordan] collab
Featuring: [color=17aa99]A Double Bishop[/color], [color=ff0066]Quincy Hart[/color] and [color=1ca9c9]Wyatt Durand[/color]
Location: Dreamland[/sub][/center][hr][hr]

Wyatt was lying on one of A Double’s many couches in Dreamland, his feet high in the air. He raised a joint to his lips and inhaled, and then blew out the smoke in a series of rings that eventually dissipated into the air. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I don’t know what to doooooo!”[/b][/color] he whined. He lolled his head to the side to see Quincy and A Double standing in front of an old whiteboard, scribbling down words he couldn’t read. [color=1ca9c9][b]“One of you, tell me what to do, please! I’m begging you!”[/b][/color]

The young stoner’s date with True had gone well, but he’d been left with an unshakeable anxiety since they’d parted. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he should be doing things, when to kiss her, where to put his hands, did she like holding hands, or would she rather he shoved his hand into her back pocket, or was that too much? He’d hoped his friends could help him, y’know since they’d done all this shit with each other, but they were currently engrossed in planning the Tekken tournament.

[color=ff0066][b]“Wy, I’m telling you, just be yourself! The girls fucking crazy about you,”[/b][/color] Quincy said. She walked over to Wyatt and plucked the joint from his fingers taking her own hit before handing it to her boyfriend.

[color=17aa99][b]“It’s true, dude — haha. She really is… it’s kinda sweet,”[/b][/color] A Double said, taking the joint and hitting it before he turned to look at the whiteboard. Stepping toward it, he erased a bit, carefully holding the joint in between his lips. With his other hand, he scribbled something on the board himself, before squinting and shaking his head. He pulled the lit joint out and blew out the smoke before he headed over to Wyatt, and held it out to his best friend.

[color=17aa99][b]“Hey do you think we should have peanut butter swirl brownies, or just regular fudgy brownies? This is non-weed brownies.”[/b][/color] Wyatt’s opinion on the matter was of the utmost importance, especially with how stoned he already was — he’d know what sounded best to a high guy who was about to watch people play Tekken.

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Easy. Both.”[/b][/color] Wyatt took in another lungful of smoke and blew it out. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I knowwwww she likes me! I just don’t want to scare her off!”[/b][/color] There were so many things he wanted to [i]do[/i] but no idea when to do them. He’d almost kissed her the other night, but he didn’t want to seem too forward. He wasn’t going to be the guy who just swung in for sex, although sex was very much on his mind at the moment. How the fuck could it not be?

Quincy rolled her eyes and peered down at Wyatt. [color=ff0066][b]“Dude, as long as you don’t just whip your dick out in the middle of dinner, you’re fine!”[/b][/color]

Wyatt looked up at Q. [color=1ca9c9][b]“So don’t whip my dick out at dinner, got it.”[/b][/color] Wyatt went into his phone and began tapping out a page in his notes, while Q turned to A Double. [color=ff0066][b]“How are we spreading the word about this? Flyers? Snapchat? Personal invites?”[/b][/color] she asked, walking back over to the whiteboard.

[color=17aa99][b]“Dude, if she likes you, just like… kiss her, man. That’s all Q did, because I liked her and then she kissed me, and now we’re like… together and all.”[/b][/color] A Double offered in advice to his friend, shrugging his shoulders. Kissing was the secret solution, wasn’t it? After he and Q kissed for the first time, it was like [i]all[/i] they did was kiss! He had a feeling that was what Wyatt wanted… Without waiting for an answer, A Double spun on his heel to look at his girlfriend again, [color=17aa99][b]“I think we should do all of them! True said she was going to invite her friend, since she probably knows who the one that beat all our scores is… So we just have to fill the rest of the bracket, right? I think we can do it… If we advertise on everything, I mean!”[/b][/color]

Quincy nodded and scribbled the word “everything” on the whiteboard in her messy handwriting. The whiteboard was covered with multicolored thoughts and blurbs of ideas. To anybody else, it might look like the workings of someone with a debilitating psychosis, but to Q and A Double, it was a plan. This tournament was going to fucking rock.

Meanwhile, Wyatt was grappling with the reality his friends had thrown at him. It made sense, but at the same time, he was pretty sure it was insanity. How could he just kiss her? The more he thought about it, the more confusing it became, until he realized, finally, that the only way to simplify the problem, was to just do it. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I’m going to kiss her.”[/b][/color] Wyatt’s voice rang out after a moment, drawing a stare from Q. 

[color=ff0066][b]“Good for you buddy. Go for it. I’m glad it only took you an hour and a half to figure that one out.”[/b][/color] 

[color=17aa99][b]“Man this whiteboard is totally cool… do you think we can use it for other stuff?”[/b][/color] A Double asked Q, before he looked over at Wyatt and squinted. [color=17aa99][b]“Hey, man, why don’t you call her and meet up and like… kiss her? Oh, by the way, will you help me do commentary? The real Tekken tournaments on YouTube have commentary, so I think we totally should too.”[/b][/color] A Double said, before looking at Q for confirmation, and then scribbling it onto the board without waiting for her to nod or not.

[color=1ca9c9][b]“Well, I can’t just say that? Can I?”[/b][/color] Wyatt looked confused and finally, an exasperated Q came over to solve his problems. [color=ff0066][b]“Phone,”[/b][/color] she said, extending her hand towards him. He hesitated for a moment, but handed it over, looking over to A Double. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I can do commentary! I love commenting!”[/b][/color] Meanwhile, Quincy’s fingers flew across the screen and hit send before Wyatt even realized she was typing. She handed the phone back to him. Intrigued, he looked at the screen and saw one text, sent to True.

[center][b]To: [color=ff682f]True[/color]
[color=1ca9c9]Wanna kiss?[/color][/b][/center]

His mouth fell open, and Quincy shook her head. [color=ff0066][b]“Thank me later, Lover Boy.”[/b][/color]