𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐭

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Chapter 48
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tw: weed
(possible no chapter in the next 15ish hours because of this)

"oh my lordy" I say slowly, as Iris hears me speak, her head shoots up from the floor.

"hey mamacita, um—there is nothing to see here" she shoves a bottle of tequila behind Alex, and he scrambles to cover it.

"SI! nada que ver aqui" Alex assured

"IM noT gonna gEt abSaAloutlEy bAkeD lIke yoU guYS" Niki mocked,

"Dije horneado no desperdiciado!" he muttered.

"SPEAK ENGLISH ASSHAT" I flicked him in the forehead.

"I SAID BAKED NOT WASTED" he spewed before Iris pulled out the bottle and took another sip.

"And I thought I was crazy with my coping skills—" i expressed,

"we're not coping—just merely having fun" Iris walked back to the living room taking another drink.

As we went back to the previous room, another voice was coming from the computer,

"I LEAVE AND 24 HOURS LATER YOU USE WEED?" Sapnap screeched,

"oh hey mamas" I slid into my chair once again, slightly bumping into Tommy,

"Ollie? Wait Ollies there? Ollie are you ok?" Sapnap asked worriedly,

"yeah? Why would I not be oka—oh" I realized that the group hadn't told anyone I was back, so Sapnap and George still thought I was missing.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THIS?" Nick yelled,

"we ate pasta" tubbo peeped,

"THAT DOESN'T—Ok we have to talk about this tomorrow" Sapnap continued calmly,

Ars0nIsP0g_: WHY WAS HE SO CONCERED?

oxtamzinxo: WHY DID SHE STOP RIGHT THERE-

Schlattsgun: THIS IS SO SUS-

"energy is the quantitative property that must be transferred to an object in order to perform work on, or to heat, the object. Energy is a conserved quantity; the law of conservation of energy states that energy can be converted in form, but not created or destroyed" I strayed off the subject,

"any way the wind blows" Iris sang lowly as she took another swig of vodka,

"YOU'RE DRINKING ALCHOHOL?" Wilbur yelled at Alex and Iris, who had slipped back in without anyone noticing.

"iris you literally hate drinking" Ranboo turned to her,

"It tastes good tonight though" she cradled the bottle.

-WPCmcyt-: WHAT A MOOD

GalaxyDruid_4: ILY IRIS

We continued chatting about the thoughts floating through our heads, over time Tubbo had gotten the box of cheerios from the kitchen, Tommy and Ranboo had started throwing them in each other's mouths.

"Molly! Molly! Molly!" Tommy tugged on my sleeve until I gave him attention.

"watch" he then threw multiple at Ranboo, who fell out of his chair trying to catch them all.

"let me try" we then proceeded to throw cheerios at each other, which was very amusing.

oxtamzinxo: not tommy trying to flirt with ollie