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[indent][indent]Clubs. Teams. Theater. Things Scout disliked—no, [i]absolutely despised[/i]. Hell would more than likely freeze over before she'd willingly show interest in such things.

For as much as the Czajkowski cousins were different, though, there was at least one thing in common they had together. Theater could kiss [i]ass[/i]. Dressing up and singing in a musical or some theatrical act was something you were supposed to do only as a kid back in elementary. Trying to be the next High School Musical or Glee in your high school years... well, perhaps you deserved to be bullied, especially if you were [i]the[/i] "snobby, stuck-up theater kid".

[color=BAB86C]"Yah, I'd hafta agree with my cousin. Ain't sure how you make something more boring than a night time car ride without padiddle."[/color]

When she noticed her cousin gaze towards the carnival, however, Scout decided to change the conservation back to it. [color=BAB86C]"Wonder if they've got cornhole."[/color] She asked, looking to Micky for an answer. [color=bab86c]"Y'all got cornhole?"[/color][/indent][/indent]