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[firstposition]

Tomorrow is my brother's bachelor party, so if there is another rush of drunk posts, you will know why. I will not be making one of them, I am sorry to say. Maybe my friends fill the void for you.

I hope you are all enjoying your freedom.

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Quinn/Rafael

[quinning]

Always. I've discussed it with him a few times recently and though we made some progress, but [...] evidently not.

Good.

Because guess what this is, now? This conversation and Mexico at large?
YOU HAVE ENTERED A
CHRISTOPHER-PARK-FREE ZONE

Quinn/Rafael

[firstposition]

Yes. Good. I am resisting the urge to complain more. If I start again, remind meof this. Today, we are going to have fun. I am going to go out with Leo, and you I imagine are spending time with Ty on his birthday.

Tonight is the bachelor party but... we should do something for Ty. Even if it is just find some corner to hole up in and ignore everything else. I can have a cake delivered?

Quinn/Rafael

[quinning]

Today is a mandatory day of fun; permission to swat if you begin complaining? And yeah, that's the plan. Drunk Vol Volleyball, beach, et cetera. No textbooks in sight. Probably.

You're the brother of the groom so if you think we can pull that off without drawing too much fire then I support you. But are you sure you're not just looking for an excuse to hole up in a corne [...] The cake shouldn't be too big, though. The other guests may expect a stripper.

Quinn/Rafael

[firstposition]

Permission granted. May I have permission to confiscate study materials in case your focus on your beautiful, charming boyfriend wavers?

I [...] will make my mandatory appearances. He doesn't want to hang out with his little brother anyway. And I want to have a good time with my friends before I have to go back to Gooseberry. Regardless, I promise to only get a stripper if Ty really wants one.

Quinn/Rafael

[quinning]

Permission granted, but only so I can witness your inevitable disappointment when you haven't confiscated a single thing by the end of the day. A fucking troll wouldn't be abl

Well, in that case, the cake can be as big as your heart desires. (Or as big as Ty's heart desires, I suppose.)