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[/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sup][h2][color=black]SARA & JACK[/color][/h2][/sup]
[sup][color=black][b]█  [sup]   [/sup]act one: way down we go    [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZXxmhok1AU][color=black]♫[/color][/url] [/b][/color][/sup][indent][sup][color=a9a9a9][color=black]▸[/color] Ritman High, Football Field
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[/color][/sup][/indent][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/970459343667494932/unknown.png[/img][/center][sub][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sub][/cell][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center][indent][color=dcdcdc][sub]Sara lowkey wished she had some profound, deep feeling to describe as she rolled up to that familiar school building. Nostalgia, longing, regret... anything really. In reality, she was just going through her mental checklist and calculating what magnitude of ass-pain it would be to get the keg to their chosen viewing area. There was a fresh sleeve of plastic cups in the boot, first aid kit in the glove box, swiss army knife in her pocket. That should be it, right?

The nagging feeling of something being forgotten pulled the corners of her lips downwards. Goddammit, that was going to bother her all night.

[color=black]"You guys can head up first," [/color] Sara said, slamming the door shut once she'd parked by the shoddy demolition fence. [color=black]"Gotta haul the catering, so to speak." [/color]

On the topic of drinks though. It was still a two person job outside of PJ's. Sara looked to Jack expectantly, hoping she'd get the hint.

Jack rolled her neck, letting the cool air brush over the alcohol-induced flush in her cheeks. This shit was finally happening, all close calls with awkward ex-girlfriends aside. Everybody else was meandering off to the field where the rest of those who RSVP'd hopefully were, which left just her and Sara. Who was looking at her.

[color=black]"Oh, shit. The— yeah," [/color] she sighed, finally putting a name to the thing she'd forgotten: Sara's keg of beer, that her arms were still sore from hauling back at PJ's. Shit, she really shouldn't have done a shift today. [color=black]"Okay, fuck, let's do this." [/color]

Staring out at the expanse they had to cross, she suddenly felt all sobered up, so at least there'd be a solution to that problem by the end of it.

Sara raised an eyebrow and, with Jack's help, started hefting it out. She locked the car and grabbed the cups too. [color=black]"Not tired already, are you?" [/color]

Jack huffed weakly, readjusting her grip slightly.

[color=black]"Not at all," [/color] she said unconvincingly, voice pitching up. [color=black]"Y'know, just, exceeding my daily limit of keg carrying." [/color] She blew air out through her cheeks, looking around. [color=black]"It's actually warmer out here than it is in the back at work."[/color]

[color=black]"Ah, yeah." [/color] She wanted to say that Willard often had his complaints about the walk-in.

[color=black]"Uhhh. How's Don anyway?" [/color] she asked instead.

[color=black]"He's been mentioning shit like community college ever since I organized this thing. I think he misses me being in high school." [/color] Jack shrugged. [color=black]"It's not like I was the one who decided to bulldoze Ritman." [/color]

[color=black]"If he wants you out of the house during the day, I'm sure I can put in a good word with the manager of the General Store," [/color] Sara smirked. [color=black]"Is he why this whole get together is happening?" [/color]

[color=black]"Oh, no way." [/color] Jack snorted. [color=black]"This is all my thing. Figured it would be kinda awkward if there wasn't a building left for the ten year reunion or whatever." [/color] She rolled her neck, grimacing at the keg. [color=black]"But I don't think there's gonna be a me left when we're done hauling this." [/color]

Sara simply regarded her with an almost triumphant look. [color=black]"Character building. I'm sure Don would be all for it if he saw." [/color]

[color=black]"I think if he saw me actually doing work he might start floating to heaven on the spot." [/color]

[color=black]"So it's not just your employment status on the line but his whole life, damn." [/color]

She shook her head and paused where she was. They were right outside the field. She could even see the rest of the group now, a handful of faces reminding her of unfinished sentiments and muted regrets. 

[color=black]"Welp." [/color] She exhaled. [color=black]"You ready then? No blood grudges I gotta know about before we head in?" [/color]

Jack seemed to genuinely consider it for a moment, peering out at the group. There were a few faces she didn't entirely recognize, and none particularly striking out from the crowd, besides from those that had been at P.J.'s. Seemed safe enough.

[color=black]"Nah, I'm Mr Popular." [/color] She heard her phone chime in her pocket, almost making the motion to check it before remembering the heavy part of heavy lifting. [color=black]"Speaking of." [/color] She nodded in her pocket's general direction. [color=black]"Let's get this shit in there." [/color]

A moment's consideration. Better late than never, right?

[color=black]"Alright," [/color] Sara nodded, [color=black]"Game face on."[/color]

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