Slumber Party!

Paul: "Okay. Bye." I hung up.

Marissia: I turned to Sarah. "He called you back?" I resumed drinking cup nine.

Sarah
I hung up.
"Yeah, he did," I answered, coming back over to the group. "And, uh, he asked me if he could call me some other time, too..." I trailed off, feeling my cheeks grow hot.
"Ooh, he liiiiikes you!" Leslie sang.

Marissia: "Sorry about that," I said. "Don't worry about him." Glass nine was down. "One more cup, guys."

Sarah
I really wasn't worried. But...that feeling...that butterfly-y feeling you get when you think that there maaaay be a chance that someone likes you...I couldn't shake it. Sorta like the feeling that I got when I looked at--
Nevermind. Silly thoughts. That was stupid!
"You can do it!" Leslie cheered Marissia.

Marissia: I took a deep breath, then finished glass number 10. "Ha! I finished!"

Riddle: "That took you FOREVER. I have imaginary LLAMAS who could do that more fastly...like a TACO!" I grinned. It really had been a long time, I thought...I didn't know until right then that imaginary llamas even existed though. Man, the things I say. I wish I knew what they were before they happened. Life would be less interesting that way, but At least I would know that I knew what a llama was. MAYBE IT'S A VEGETABLE!

((Swift as a taco, like butter on air ))

Sarah
"You're so funny, Riddle!" Leslie giggled.
"Yeah," I agreed, smiling. "When I think 'fast,' 'taco' isn't the first word that comes to mind!"

Riddle: "Oh but it should be. Tacos are the fastest things on this side of the universe. I SCIENTIFICALLY PROVED IT WITH A MALLET AND SOME TAPE." I said, being scientific. I actually don't know what that word means. But it's got a lot of letters in it. I like letters. You can jam 'em together and make crap out of 'em. I grinned cheesily.

Marissia: "Uh, sorry?" I sighed. "Okay, someone else do a truth or dare."