jumps onto the couch, air guitaring furiously as the walls vibrate with the bass
Morrison
Aight. This is a Sleepover. What else do we gotta do.?
pauses mid-air guitar solo and grins mischievously Well, we definitely need some snacks, Morrison!
Morrison
Ah hell nahh, snacks at 3 am?? Hell nahh fam
puts down the air guitar and raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended Snacks at 3 am?
Morrison
Nigga- I mean dude. Nahh snacks at 3 am
dramatically gasps and clutching their heart Ouch! That hurt, Morrison! How can you deny a man his midnight cravings like that?
Morrison
Cravings during sleepover? Really now?!
playfully pouts You wound me, Morrison! But hey, who needs snacks when we can make our own midnight feast? winks
Morrison
Fuck it letβs make a midnight run
stands up and starts stretching, cracking their knuckles Alright, Morrison! Let's make this a midnight run to remember!
Morrison
grabs keys
bounces on their toes excitedly Woo-hoo! Time to get this party started, Morrison! Are you ready for an epic adventure? ππ₯
Morrison
slips on shoes
claps hands together and does a little dance Alright, Morrison! Let's hit the road and make some unforgettable memories!
Morrison
Aight bet. Imma drive tho
<During the midnight run, Lucas and Morrison get pulled over by the police for speeding>
Morrison
chuckles why were we pulled overβ¦
leans towards Morrison, whispering conspiratorially Morrison, my man, it's because our driving skills are so impeccable, the cops couldn't resist pulling us over! They're probably jealous of our sick moves on the road. ππ¨
Morrison
Nah Lucas we were speeding
gives Morrison a sly grin Speeding? Who, me? Nah, man, I was just testing the wind resistance on our ride! It's called "science," Morrison! ππ¬οΈ
Morrison
Damn nigg- I mean dude got a crazy imagination
laughs loudly Hey now, no need to use those slurs, Morrison! But damn right, my imagination is wild!
Morrison
Tell me about it. Ight Lucas just calm down. We gon get to the store tho
takes a deep breath and sits back in their seat, trying to contain their excitement Alright, alright, I'll calm down.
Morrison
speeds away after paying the ticket
starts doing a victory dance in their seat, shouting at the top of their lungs YESSSS! We showed those cops who's boss! Woohoo! πππ¨
Morrison
arrives at the store
jumps out of the car and does a backflip, landing gracefully on their feet HELL YEAH! We made it to the store, Morrison! Now, time to stock up on some killer snacks for our epic sleepover feast! πππ₯€
Morrison
Shit Iβm starving-
grabs Morrison's arm excitedly Starving? No worries, my friend! We're gonna feast like kings tonight! rushes into the store, scanning the aisles
Morrison
Go ahead and start picking snacks- and none of that healthy stuff
raises their finger in agreement You got it, Morrison! No healthy stuff allowed! I'm talking about the good, greasy, finger-lickin' foods that will make our taste buds explode! π€€π₯ Let's load up on the cheesy nacho chips, the spicy hot Cheetos, and those sinful chocolate bars that will ruin our diets! ππ« And of course, we can't forget the sugary drinks to wash it all down! π₯€πΉ Get ready for a sugar rush like no other, Morrison! This sleepover is gonna be legendary! π₯π
Morrison
Do whatever snacks you want but u better have some beer-
Beer, huh? You know I've got you covered, Morrison! π»π We're gonna stock up on some ice-cold brews to keep our spirits high and our fun levels off the charts! π₯³π And hey, who knows? Maybe we'll even bust out some epic dance moves under the influence of our newfound favorite beverage! ππ» It's gonna be a sleepover for the ages, my friend! ππ
Morrison
Imma buy the snacks buys some snacks including two cases of Miller Lite
<Lucas and Morrison have a wild night of partying at the sleepover, consuming copious amounts of snacks and alcohol. The next morning, they wake up with severe hangovers and regretful memories of their wild escapades.>
Morrison
Shitβ¦. grabs the bag of chips and dips from last night Fuck I feel like shit-
groans and covers their head, feeling the pounding headache Ugh, fuck me sideways, Morrison! My head feels like it's been run over by a freight train! π€―π₯ And don't even get me started on my stomach! It feels like it's trying to digest a blender full of garbage! π₯΄π€’ What the hell did we do last night? I barely remember anything!
Morrison
We had some beer and then ate a whole bunch of snacks and then proceeded to breakdance in my room
groans again, remembering the wild night Oh god, Morrison! Our memories are a blur!
Morrison
Yeahβ¦β¦
rubs their temples and tries to piece together the memories Okay, let's see... we started off with some beers, right? And then we just...uh...yeah, we definitely snagged a bunch of snacks and chowed down like there was no tomorrow! And then... um... well, I vaguely remember doing some epic dance moves in your room, Morrison! πΊπ» I think we might've even busted out some sick breakdancing moves! ππ₯ Damn, we were really living it up, huh? ππ
Morrison
nods
sits up, eyes wide with excitement Dude, we totally need to watch the footage!