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[color=black][b]Location[/b][/color] — Angel Grove Community Center
[color=black][b]Interactions[/b][/color] — Vallory [@Zoey Boey], the Table-hopping idiot [@psych0pomp][/center][hr]
[color=f49ac2]"I knew that was a good idea. It's good, right? Wopple. Women of Power League, I dunno, it's a bit stuffy. We're here to have fun, right?"[/color]

Ross couldn't say if he was as enthusiastic about the name as Vallory was. The truth of it was that he really didn't have an opinion about the name that leaned in favor or against it. The only thing he knew for certain was, regardless if you called it Wopple or it's official name that the founder of the organization came up with, the Women of Power League, it was bound to attract enough people to become interested in it and actually get them to join. 

[color=black]"I think both are fantastic!"[/color] Contrary to what he believed, Ross was, if nothing else, a practitioner of manners and he never liked to talk negatively about anyone or anything. [color=black]"But Wopple does roll right off the tongue. And I noticed earlier how popular the name was with the kids,"[/color] he laughed, smiling fondly as he thought of the bright, wide grins the kids had - especially the younger girls - when they left the Wopple stands. [color=black]"Well, I'll be sure to let Trevor know I delivered these for you—"[/color]

As Vallory's gaze left Ross, it was hard not for him to follow suit. He turned his head around, dark locks casually whipping from end to the other as he saw what he can only describe as a table-hopping idiot make his way over to them, stopping and immediately offending not only Ross, but the Amazon that could take him down if he wasn't careful. It was bad enough he'd refer to Wopple as Waffle, which Vallory corrected and Ross smirked, but after he'd ask for a selfie, Ross narrowed his eyes down at the numskull when he got his name wrong.

Maybe it was under the stress of having his conversation interrupted and someone getting his name wrong. Like, Ross went by Ross because people kept pronouncing Hiroshi incorrectly. It was Hi-Row-Shi, not High-Row-Shy. Don't ask who would pronounce it like that, but [I]that[/i]'s what Ross has always went by Ross ever since he was seven.

But, as he took a few moments to not only calm down with deep, therapeutic breaths that his therapist always told him to do when he felt he was losing control of himself, he realized who it was that was asking for a selfie. [color=black]"Sloane!"[/color] He said unprompted. [color=black]"That's your name. You're here from the Fraternity."[/color] Not that it made his presence here any easier to swallow, but Ross just needed to say that out loud. 

Ross would then turn to Vallory again. [color=black]"I'm sorry. He's like you and has a booth here. I didn't realize he would be so...in your face."[/color]

Back to Sloane.

[color=black]"We will take a selfie if you give Wopple and the center free advertising on your gram. That's a fair deal, right?"[/color] Ross smirked, feeling confident in the deal.

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