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Watching Ricky's behavior shift around Lana was quite funny, as it always felt though she had the guy's balls in a vice grip, whether she wanted them or not. But Alex knew they had a history as long-time friends, and that was certainly not something he ever wanted to get between. As much as he didn't show it though, Ricky definitely had a way of irritating people he came into contact with, and Alex wasn't the exception. He really didn't like him, but he also knew the asshole didn't care if anyone liked him. The photographer wanted to pity him, but there just wasn't room for that at the moment.   

The multiple explosions from the roman candle caught Alex off guard, as it did most others no doubt, and he took a single step back, almost tripping over the large stone behind him. Yeah, that was all he needed. To fall on his ass in front of Ricky [i]and[/i] Lana, while simultaneously cracking the camera lens. As Alex composed himself from a near-disaster, Ricky busted out with a fairly convincing "teen wolf" howl, which was directed toward the kid who fired off the roman candle moments earlier. Was it Lucky? He wasn't sure, but anyone with a name like that was like a recipe for trouble.

Alex looked over in Alana's direction at Ricky's mention of "beer pong", and was fairly certain the girl wouldn't even bother with a ridiculous party game like that. Or would she? [i]Fuck.[/i] The young man thought, wanting to shake his head in protest, in hopes that she would refuse the offer, but again, was it really his place to separate friends? Skirting around the truth was beginning to take a toll on things as well, because while they chose to keep it discrete, it also meant the rest of the world would be pulling them apart without even knowing it.