shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Hey Babe! (Oneira loops and arm around Mabel's waist)

 

i don't need a spray bottle...i've got 'landeau...

 

that means nothing to me, thanks.

 

no problem...juice box? *they offer one*

 

im not going to accept a bevwerage offered by a complete stranger.

 

...'kay
[juice immediately begins drinking it themselves, instead, their attention wandering elsewhere]

 

i am! gimme.

 

*goes off screen for a moment*

*returns with a juicebox*

 

*Itch takes a small bite out of the bottom of the juicebox, juice dribbling over her face and clothes. She hoists the cartoon above her head, tilts her head back, and lets the liquid drain into her open mouth.*

*This is how rich people drink juice.*

 

*actually that is how rich people drink pee*

*smirks*

 

*She stares him straight in the eye and keeps fucking guzzling.*

*Don't try to gross out the queen of shitty hygiene.*

 

Jame raises an eyebrow at that but doesn't say anything.

 

*smirk drops right off his face*

 

*Sniiiiiiicker.*

 

*ponders how she has some enemies she'd love to introduce the cronuses to*

 

*ignores her*

*but thinks at least he's not stupid enough to keep drinking pee after recognizing it*

*so even if his trick didn't get to her it did end up saying a lot about her*

 

MAN, im lovwing this juice. vwhat kind of juice is this. *Angelic little smile.*

 

Bul.

 

id like a fewv cases of it, please.

 

*GONGs up the cases*

*is amazed by how easily itch is falling for his trick*

*it feels far too easy*