The Bachelor Pad - Saturday night

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted was bouncy. There were numerous reasons for it, but he was bouncy. Rather than trying to mosh around the living room, which would result in breaking the nice, shiny plasma TV, he was out in the front yard tossing a tennis ball into the air. Maybe, if some of his roomies joined him, they could get a game of toss-the-ball going. Or there were deck chairs available if anyone just wanted to sit in the front yard.

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[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Earl is also there doing... miniature giraffe things and keeping Ted company.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"You know, Earl-dude, you should probably get out more and stretch those legs. There's a nice beach here and everything. It's not California, but you could run or go for a swim or check out any hot miniature giraffe babes who stop by."

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Earl blinked at Ted in acceptance of his statement. He did not indicate whether he would take Ted's advice or not. It was winter after all. Earl didn't know if there would be many female miniature giraffes visiting the beach at this time of year.

[deadly_little]

Miho is disturbed by Earl, but she throws a water balloon at him anyway.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Earl gets hit by the water balloon because giraffes aren't good at dodging even when they can see what is being thrown at them.

Earl just shakes off the water and blinks at the apparent very short rain storm.

[dr-tommy.livejournal.com]

"Hey, man." Tommy says, waving to Ted as he came back from the bakery next door. "I've got cake!"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Smart Glasses Dude! Cake is most excellent. You wanna play ball and eat the cake?"

[deadly_little]

And another water balloon!

[dr-tommy.livejournal.com]

Dr. Tommy is splashed again. Miraculously, or perhaps not-so-miraculously, because whoever is throwing water balloons probably has pretty precise aim, the cake escapes damage.

[deadly_little]

Don't be barbaric. Miho would never damage cake.

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh walked out of the house, sleeves rolled up and tie askew. This, for Josh, is casual wear, because Josh is a dork.

He sat down in a deck chair and waved at Ted.

"Anything going on around here tonight?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Smart Glasses Dude has cake. And I have a ball. And Earl is here."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh actually looked around the yard. "Huh. Guess I should pay more attention."

He nodded at Smart Glasses dude, then noticed the minature giraffe. And blinked. "Or stop taking the hallucinatory drugs that I don't remember trying..."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Dude! This is Earl. He's a miniature giraffe. Earl, this is.. uh.. Fuzzy Hair Politics Dude."

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Earl greeted Josh with a blink of his large eyes.

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh, back from his trip inside the house and now slightly less damp and a little bit drunk from having hammered back a beer in a minute flat, finally felt in the right frame of mind to approach the giraffe.

"So. Earl, huh?" He blinked. "Registered to vote?"

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Earl blinked at Josh in confusion.

Josh could take that as he wished. Maybe Earl didn't understand the concept of voting. He was a miniature giraffe after all. But, maybe the confused blink indicated that Earl was calling into question the necessity of registering to vote as this was not how it was done in miniature giraffe societies.

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh blinked back in confusion, then took another drink of beer.

He wondered if drinking enough beer would make him understand the miniature giraffe.

Then he drank more beer, because the concept of trying to understand a miniature giraffe? Needs more beer.

"You teach at the school, then?" Josh tried. "Or just kind of kicking around Fandom? As, um, miniature giraffes might be used to doing. What the hell would I know?"

[deadly_little]

Here's a likely target.

She goes for the hair.

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh's hair? Doesn't really get flatter when it's wet.

Which it is at this particular moment.

He blinked.

"Huh." He turned back to Ted. "So. About that giraffe."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"His name's Earl, dude. You can totally talk to him. He's smart."

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita, having come home from Caritas a weeeeeeeee bit tipsy, eyed the giraffe and the guy with clever glasses that indicated either a doctorate or medical degree.

[deadly_little]

Hmmm, perhaps a nice water balloon aimed at her hair will sober Rita up?

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita shrieked.

In a very drenched way.

"Aguamenti?" she yelled drunkenly, flailing her wand in an attempt to retaliate.

Too bad a jet of water hit Ted and Josh, neither of whome actually threw the balloon.

And, just in case you were curious, the reason why Rita did not actually manage to hit her assailant?

NINJAS ARE SNEAKY LIKE THAT.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted totally got drenched again. "Whoa." He shook himself off. "Did you just make water come out of that stick thing, Blonde Perky British Hot Babe Lady?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh was now completely drenched,looking at a minature giraffe in his lawn, and a pissed off British lady brandishing a stick.

"I need a beer," he said, disappearing into the house. "Maybe even more than one."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Later dude!"

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita blinked.

"S'wand," she managed.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Swan? OHhhhh wand. Like magic wand? Dude. What kind of triumphant magical stuff can you do? Like pull a rabbit out of your hat? Uh, if you had a hat."

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita blinked woozily, and waved her wand while mumbling.

Yay, bubbles.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Whoa. What about, like, making Earl's house out back bigger inside?" He wasn't taking advantage of the situation at all. AT ALL. "Or turning my hair purple?"

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"'Kay, Mr. House Owner Man?" Rita said dizzily. "'m a bit tipsy. Maybe do it 'nother time?"

She waved her wand at his head, and turned about half his hair purple.

"I c'n do the rest t'morrow. An' yes, make house bigger on th'inside. Who's Earl?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Dude." He tried to look at his hair and saw a glimpse of purple. "Excellent! Uh.. that's Earl." He pointed to the miniature giraffe. "He's a miniature giraffe. He lives in the back yard next to the artichoke garden. I got him a shed-house-thing, but he could totally use the extra room."

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita waved to Earl.

"'Kay, will ench'nt inside of Earl house for him t'morrow. Make it bigger. Prettier. P'rhaps with wee li'l pillows and a kitchn'tte."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

If anyone could understand her, it was Ted. "Excellent!"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Hey Blonde Medieval British Lady Babe Dude!"

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita replied with something akin to "Phlah!" and a jet of water from her wand.

[deadly_little]

Water balloon, Ted?

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted totally got splashed by the water balloon, right in the head. The result was wet floppy hair as opposed to dry floppy hair. Not that much of a change really.

"Hmm. Water balloons." This gave him an idea for a class project. "I'll get you, water balloon ninja!" He called into the darkness of the night, even though he'd probably forget about it in ten minutes.