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[open log] a day in the life of Jono Starsmore, the human furnace

Jono needs to play with somebody - anybody! - and appreciates your comments in commentspam or prose form, either way works!

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Bobby is in the kitchen. And he is eating ice cream, because, well, come on. What else does he ever do late at night when he can't sleep and he doesn't want to lie around moping about Rogue?

He looks up when Ali breezes in, heading straight to the cupboard.

"Hey Ali. What's up?"

"Heading out to fleece some rednecks in pool," Ali was on her tiptoes, humming a little tune to fuel a small beam of light that was illuminating her search through the cupboards. "Come with?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow, envisioning large shears and hillbillies. "Fleecing?"

"She means using her lady-charms to con men out of their money." Jono elaborated from inside the fridge, before abandoning his search and grabbing a spoon for some of Bobby's ice cream. "You should join us, Bobby, I spend half the night talking to random drunks if it's just me and Ali."

"Hey!" Ali emerged from the cupboard she was half inside to point the sole free finger of a hand full of snowballs. "I'm a shark, what can I say." She chucked the cakey delights at Jono.

"You don't want one?"

"Nah, they're yours Jon. It's the coconut," she elaborated, "I don't like it. Not the taste, the texture." She made a face and turned to Bobby, mouth wide, waiting for him to shovel a spoonful of his ice cream into it. "So, you're coming, right?"

Bobby rolled his eyes, smirking, and shoved his spoon into Ali's mouth, handing the container over to Jono.

"You know, I think I will. Summers was telling me the other night that I should get out more."

Ali's snorting cackle of laughter made him grin.

"I know, right?" Bobby chuckled. "When he tells me I need to get out, I obviously need to get out."

"Obviously." Ali ripped open a ding-dong and giggled to herself, "...ding-dong."

"So, we're off then?" Bobby asked, looking longingly at his fast-disappearing ice cream.

"I just have to grab my ID." Jono said, tossing our the wrappers for two snowballs.

"Wanna go fetch it, I'll find more snacks, and we can meet you at the car?"

Ali and Bobby were leaning against the car when Jono jogged up, Ali shovelling more sugar into her mouth.

"Let's hit the road!" she mumbled around the cake crumbs as they all got in, Ali riding shotgun.

"So, we all know I suck at pool," Bobby said, leaning forward and reaching around to grab a snowball from Ali. "Go easy on me."

"Don't worry, Iceman," Ali grinned, opening the last dessert cake she had and looking at it, "it's not your money I'm interested in...I'll snag that from you on poker night!"

Ali tore the twinkie in half and handed one to Jono. "We can teach you, mate." Jono assured him. "You can't get any better unless you play."

At the pool hall, Bobby was looking at the table a little awkwardly, but he soon started to feel a little better about getting out of the mansion.

Jono leaned against the bar and lazily threw a dart. "Long day," he sighed.

"Yeah?" Bobby said as he paid for a beer. "What made it long?"

"Bobs, you've got to brush up on your pool skills," Jono insists. "What say you and me match up?"

Fortunately for the Iceman, ice cream is the one snack that Jono shares generously -- mostly because Jono takes so much of Bobby's ice cream. It's a mutual sharing of desserts they have going on.

LOLOLOLOL, MUTUAL SHARING OF DESSERTS. Duuuude if we have Jono win paintball (he has more at stake, so it's more likely, haha), if he doesn't hand over some ice cream he will die. XD LMAO.

Also, I'll continue the thread from Kayt's bit above. =)

OOC: AHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHA he will die. I can picture Bobby's rage over his precious ice cream (which he probably buys by the gallon, seeing as he's always eating it every night). Jono would definitely share his ice cream :D

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