Bowling.

Charlie stayed quiet and ignored Saul's questioning as he browsed the prize table. Of course she was good. Charlie Anderson was good at lots of things. Lucky to have her on his arm, Saul was. When he'd received his raffle ticket and secured it safely, the tattoo expert tugged him along, wanting to first and foremost fill her belly.

A girl's gotta eat.

"Quesadillas look amazing." She'd have some of those, yes. "You want to get us drinks?" GRIN.

Oh come on, the silent treatment!? He wasn't insulting her, Saul just wanted to know things?!?! He'd go off and do his own thing if she was (Maybe see if Derek would come out since the Ministry was on Holiday), or be around and morally support her for each Gutter Ball, if she wasn't.
He stuffed the Ticket in his pocket and let Charlie do the rest of the walking for the two of them. He eyed the food with her, confused as to why a Bowling Alley had such Fancy Foods out. Where were the simple Chicken Wings? Vegetables and Dip? The only recognizable thing on this table was the Butterbeer. "You saw Quesadillas?... Really?" Drinks, he could do that. Releasing himself from her grip Saul picked up two Butterbeers, as they looked the most normal out of all the crazy drinks sitting around, and held one out for her.

"Really. They aren't regular old Quesadillas, either. They're classy ones. How adorable." Also adorable, that Saul was off to fetch drinks. The blonde busied herself with grabbing a plate and piling on a little bit of everything in his absence.

When he'd returned, Charlie took her drink with her free hand and smiled. "Thanks, love." But butterbeers? Had there not been anything fancier? This was a New Years event. "You want to share with me or will you make your own plate?" Charlie certainly wasn't going to make his for him. She wasn't his maid, after all. She could make suggestions, though.

Oh yeahhhhhhh a food table. The food was easily the best part of these event things... the best part of any event, really. Weddings, funerals, speeches, conferences, business meetings, birthday parties, etc. Fletcher would always be found to be one of the first scoping out the food, and this bowling ball was no exception.

"Is this stuff free?" Fletcher wondered aloud as he picked up a plate and moved down the line. Since there weren't really a lot of people over here yet, he decided to do a run-through to see what all was there before he made his selections. Whilst looking, he DID happen to notice a pair of people nearby.

And he knew one of those people.

"Heyyyyy Charlie, right?" Fletcher called out to the blonde. She worked at his shop! Perfect. He had been meaning to talk to her. "How ya been? How are things?"

The perfect night Jessa was positive of having today would not be perfect without food - dessert, to be specific. So, she lost her friend somewhere by the bowling lanes, and was drawn to the food table like a pixie was to antics.

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Oh yeahhhhhhh a food table. The food was easily the best part of these event things... the best part of any event, really. Weddings, funerals, speeches, conferences, business meetings, birthday parties, etc. Fletcher would always be found to be one of the first scoping out the food, and this bowling ball was no exception.

"Is this stuff free?" Fletcher wondered aloud as he picked up a plate and moved down the line. Since there weren't really a lot of people over here yet, he decided to do a run-through to see what all was there before he made his selections. Whilst looking, he DID happen to notice a pair of people nearby.

And he knew one of those people.

"Heyyyyy Charlie, right?" Fletcher called out to the blonde. She worked at his shop! Perfect. He had been meaning to talk to her. "How ya been? How are things?"

Ooooh, another dark leather jacket. Was it that man from the opposite team back there? Jessa passed him from behind and was searching for the sweet-tooth goods, if they didn't consider adding-- her eyebrows went up in her forehead when the guy in the cool jacket talked. She leaned forward, rattling some dishes accidentally and not caring about it, and saw his face. "Comrade!" Her grin came with a wave, "Fancy seeing you here. In a cool jacket. By the food table." Fate was just getting better and better.

She did look back at the couple some steps away from them. Nope, didn't know either. Jessa gave them polite smiles, anyway.

Where had Jessa goned?! Really she invited her out to this...THING and then she went and got herself lost and left Cassie alone with all this very average people who she did not know. Ugh you have lost a point Jessa! She had a slightly annoyed frown on her face by the time she spotted her friend and would have probably launched an attempt at scolding her friend (which would probably be ignored by the way) when she got a pleasant surprise.

"Fletcher!" She moved to greet to tall studly ex-hufflepuff with a hug. "Fancy running into you here." That frown she was wearing? Yeah that was gone completely and replaced by a beamy smile.

Off the hook this once Jess.

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The perfect night Jessa was positive of having today would not be perfect without food - dessert, to be specific. So, she lost her friend somewhere by the bowling lanes, and was drawn to the food table like a pixie was to antics.

Ooooh, another dark leather jacket. Was it that man from the opposite team back there? Jessa passed him from behind and was searching for the sweet-tooth goods, if they didn't consider adding-- her eyebrows went up in her forehead when the guy in the cool jacket talked. She leaned forward, rattling some dishes accidentally and not caring about it, and saw his face. "Comrade!" Her grin came with a wave, "Fancy seeing you here. In a cool jacket. By the food table." Fate was just getting better and better.

She did look back at the couple some steps away from them. Nope, didn't know either. Jessa gave them polite smiles, anyway.

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SPOILER!!: Jess and Fletcher

Where had Jessa goned?! Really she invited her out to this...THING and then she went and got herself lost and left Cassie alone with all this very average people who she did not know. Ugh you have lost a point Jessa! She had a slightly annoyed frown on her face by the time she spotted her friend and would have probably launched an attempt at scolding her friend (which would probably be ignored by the way) when she got a pleasant surprise.

"Fletcher!" She moved to greet to tall studly ex-hufflepuff with a hug. "Fancy running into you here." That frown she was wearing? Yeah that was gone completely and replaced by a beamy smile.

Off the hook this once Jess.

Well never mind Charlie, he would catch up with her in a minute. He had more pressing issues on his mind. Would you looooooooook at thaaaaaat.

"Jessa!" Fletcher grinned right back at her and glanced down at his jacket for a moment before looking back at her. And down at her legs and then back up at her face. "Fancy meeting you in here... are those shorts?! In the middle of winter?!!"

Yeah, he was right. She WAS crazy. But crazy hot, too. She could rock those shorts. And just as soon as he was finished looking at her, another little looker came right along.

"Casssssie!" Fletcher let out a surprised laugh and gently hugged her back. "Well well, if today isn't my lucky day... I finally get to see both hot roommates in one room." He was totally going to win this bowling thing. Luck was a lady tonight!

"I can't let the weather decide what I wear, of course." She laughed at his gullibility. It was sheer luck that this 'ball' was taking place indoors, by the way. Jessa was going to wear this exact outfit to a bowling ball any way.

Oh look, Cassie found her! Oh. They were on hugging-each-other-when-they-meet basis? Jessa noted that and the fact that all three of them used the word 'fancy', too. It was nice when she said it, but now it just sounded a little phony. She kept her thoughts to herself, though, and turned back to the table briefly to grab one of the apple dumplings' plates. "Are you going to bowl or are you with someone who will?" Since her friend was a regular party pooper, the question was directed at him. Jessa didn't hesitate with the pastry in her hand, she bit into the sweet dumpling and melted with the sugar and cinnamon in her mouth.

Though smiling Cassie gently flicked his nose and wagged her finger at him. "If you're going to compliment me you're going to need words like gorgeous, phenominal, exceptional and so forth...'hot' will not do Mr.Duncan."

Oh, Fletcher was here to bowl as well? Well of course, she was probably the only spectator currently and she was completely fine with that.

"Oh you're bowling?" Before waiting for his answer Cassie leaned over and bit off a piece of Jessa's already bit pastry. It was good. "Should have brought my pom poms."

Heather hadn't been out in public since the...incident...but with the new year getting ready to come in she decided that maybe, just maybe, it was a time for new beginnings. And a new beginning meant that she was going to become a little more active and a lot less passive. At least, she was going to try for that. She hovered silently, shifting from foot to foot looking around for a good seat to watch the tournament. After all, Jasper was surely to be here somewhere, yes? She looked down at the engagement ring, the one thing she clung to as a sign that the upcoming year was going to be amazing. She finally placed herself somewhere, alone, wondering if she would run into anyone or just be left alone, wondering.

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"I can't let the weather decide what I wear, of course." She laughed at his gullibility. It was sheer luck that this 'ball' was taking place indoors, by the way. Jessa was going to wear this exact outfit to a bowling ball any way.

Oh look, Cassie found her! Oh. They were on hugging-each-other-when-they-meet basis? Jessa noted that and the fact that all three of them used the word 'fancy', too. It was nice when she said it, but now it just sounded a little phony. She kept her thoughts to herself, though, and turned back to the table briefly to grab one of the apple dumplings' plates. "Are you going to bowl or are you with someone who will?" Since her friend was a regular party pooper, the question was directed at him. Jessa didn't hesitate with the pastry in her hand, she bit into the sweet dumpling and melted with the sugar and cinnamon in her mouth.

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SPOILER!!: you twooooo

Though smiling Cassie gently flicked his nose and wagged her finger at him. "If you're going to compliment me you're going to need words like gorgeous, phenominal, exceptional and so forth...'hot' will not do Mr.Duncan."

Oh, Fletcher was here to bowl as well? Well of course, she was probably the only spectator currently and she was completely fine with that.

"Oh you're bowling?" Before waiting for his answer Cassie leaned over and bit off a piece of Jessa's already bit pastry. It was good. "Should have brought my pom poms."

Why was that funny? Fletcher found himself chuckling along with Jessa's silly answer despite not understanding why you wouldn't allow the weather to dictate what you wore. That was why they had invented like, jackets and hats, right? "Okay," he smiled at her anyway. "You still look nice."

Oh right, the bowling! He'd almost forgotten his purpose in being there he was not just in it for the food. "Yeah," he glanced between the two girls. "I'm Team Purple Dragons, because we're both fearsome and fabulous." Or something.

He grinned at Cassie. "Well you already know you're all those adjectives, so...." PS the name was FLETCHER, not Duncan, but he'd let it slide this time.

"I gotta carb load or whatevs before the contest starts." He stabbed a few meatballs and added them to his plate. "Oh, are you going to be my cheerleader?" Fletcher eyed Jessa too, particularly since Cassie was eating off her pastry. Now THAT was hot. "What about you?" Was she bowling AGAINST him? :O

Duncan who? Oh. Jessa slowly chewed and linked the dots. Duncan Fletcher. "Purple--" She almost choked on the apple pastry, but it passed quickly and she managed a smirk, "Oh my. Looks like we're going to clash today." She pushed a large chunk of that dumpling into her mouth and started chewing it slowly. Her lips were about to burst open, and in that moment, there was nothing nice about how she looked. But it was a symbolic and very fitting gesture after promising to crush your opponent, she was not going to skip it.

Was this flirting going on between those two? Her mind was too busy chewing and swallowing and oh Merlin, she was not going to do it again. "I'm in the Red Re'ems team over there. Because I'm unique, golden and tough." The dragons suited Fletcher oh-so-well, but she wasn't going to fraternizing with the enemy until the medal was around her neck.

Jessa was used to Cassie stealing taking bits from her food, so this went without a real reaction. "This one, here, is too much of a diva to participate with us, commoners." Jessa batted her eyelashes at her friend, playfully. "Isn't that right?" Yes. She was bitter they weren't bowling together. Also, also, also, "Why didn't I get offered a pom pom?" Simple question. The apple dumpling went behind Jessa's back. Hiding for now.

From the left, a woman was walking over to the seating area, holding her four year old daughter. The kid was looking over her mother's shoulder at literally everything, as though the room might vanish if she didn't take in every detail. Her blue-green eyes flitted back and forth as she waited for her mom to put her down. Because the kid wanted food.

Why bring a kid to a bowling game like this? Well, the mom considered herself an okay bowler -read: didn't throw the ball into the gutter EVERY time- and wanted to watch people who bowled better than she do their thing. And two, the mother and daughter duo were cooped up in the house all day and the kid promised she'd be good. And so far; she was!

Anyway, the pressing matter of food and seating.

"Asher, do you wanna sit down and watch the game?" The little blonde leaned back and nodded, smiling as she blew a bubble with her bubble gum. Thank goodness it was sugar-free. And with the nod, the mom gently let the kid down and smoothed out her wrinkly Lion King sweater. It would've been way less wrinkled, but the kid refused to take it off and they were entering their second day of Lion King.

And then there was the matter of the rainboots. The four year old absolutely REFUSED to take them off. And since it was near New Year's and they kept the kids feet warm, it didn't matter to the mom. As long she her outfit slighty matched and she didn't get gum in her hair.

Cleo smoothed down her skirt and ran her hands through her hair. She was a little psyched out by how loud it was in there, and she was surprised at how many people knew each other. Raising her nose up a bit, she showed that she didn't need to have people she knew around. It wasn't like she was going to be-

Oh Merlin, she was going to be alone on New Years. She wanted an Ollie right now.

After getting her raffle ticket from the prize table, Trixie headed towards the seating area where she could watch the main event from a perfect vantage point. The blonde chose a spot in the corner which had a decent view across all of the lanes. But the waft of food lingered around her nose and her stomach rumbled as she realised she had yet to have eaten since lunchtime and in fact she was pretty hungry.

Heading towards the table, she shot a brief glance around to see if there was anyone she knew nearby. Was that Vashti over by the lanes? Oh goodness, she would definitely be supporting her team then. There was no doubt that she missed the younger woman and mother of her godchild. Looking back to the food, the Healer scanned for a vegetarian option, finding the pesto palmiers and placing one delicately on her plate. She picked up a glass of the elderflower wine, inspecting the flute before agreeing that this would be enough for now.

She headed back over to her seat to consume her food in a ladylike manner.

"Classy...I prefer if my Food was just Edible."He scanned the table once more and laid his eyes on the Menu. Blackberyy Glazed Meatballs!?! NO! No, you don't glaze meatballs you cover them in Tomato Sauce! That was the other issue right there, You only put Tomato Sauce on Meatballs. Not Blech-berry. "I may need to test, and inspect this food to see if it's up to par with what Normal food is." He looked down at the Quesadillas then over to Charlie. "...but if you think the Quesadillas are safe, and classy to eat. Then they are." Nope, not gonna step inbetween his Fiancee and her food.

He had just started to pile one of each food item onto a plate when he noticed someone coming nearby Charlie. Did she know him? He seemed familiar.

"Can't it be both, Saulie?" He hated when she called him that, right? The realization made her grin and she hoped that'd be enough to keep him from being angry about the nickname. "You can taste a little of everything then, yeah? But don't eat it all. I 'm quite hungry and you know how I can be on an empty stomach." Horrible, that's how. She grinned as he went on to agree about the Quesadillas and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek. "You're pretty smart, y'know." For knowing how to keep her spirits up. She sort of loved him for that.

And then the big boss man was talking to her. Something with an F, right? Fletcher? The blonde turned towards him and grinned, wiggling her fingers in greeting. But just as quickly as he'd come, he was swept up again. WELL. "Popular guy, it seems." Oh, and the fiance was probably wondering who that was, yeah? "He's the head honcho at Paradise. Rarely see him, though. Probably better that way. I like to work in peace."

Siiiiiip!

This butterbeer was delicious.

Freddie's search for his wife brought him to the food and seating area. As he passed the food, he paused to have a look at what was on offer but being a finicky, unadventurous eater with a meagre appetite, he decided against the rich smelling food and opted for just a pomegranate firewhiskey instead. It sounded both refreshing and warming. Perfect for an evening like this.

Taking his drink, he spotted Trixie almost immediately. She looked lovely in a red evening dress. Freddie was his OCD, pristine self, but he was dressed casually and wished he had taken longer at home to make more of an effort. His hair was also shorter again. Not so drastically close shaved like it used to be, but neat and short cropped. He hoped, if he just acted casual, Trixie wouldn't notice. She was always weird about his hair.

"Hello, angel." The quietly-spoken man greeted his wife with a small smile and a kiss on the cheek. "..You look nice." He took a seat, and, like Trix had been doing not so long before, inspected his glass; not for measurement reasons, but to make sure it was clean. A routine habit of Freddie Broadmoor's even when he was at home, much to the irritation of everyone around him. Satisfied, he took a tentative sip. The drink was as deliciously sweet and warming as he thought it would be. A happy drink.

"Sorry I'm so late." He said, turning his attention back to Trix. "That essay was a nightmare.. but it's done. Finished. Over. ..Thank Merlin." He smiled a little.

"Have I missed much?"

Trixie heard the footsteps approaching her seconds before she heard the voice. She didn't look up from her food however until a kiss was planted on her cheek. She blushed a pale shade of pink and looked up with a smile, only to see what was on top of his head.

Her smile faded into a small frown as she looked at him. "I leave you for a couple of hours and you do that?" she sighed pointing up at his hair unimpressed. "You know I don't like the short hair." It made him look like something he was not and she found him so much more attractive when it was longer. She drew her eyes away and back down to her elderflower wine which she swished around in the glass before taking a sip.

It also didn't help that he was wearing jeans whilst she was glamoured up. "I see you've made an effort" she looked him up and down once. "Its a good job I love you, isn't it?" she rolled her eyes but couldn't help that small loving smile she usually gave him. And there goes his weird habits. She was starting to think he was a germophobe. "I'm sure it's clean, Freddie. They'd of used spells" and not one of those dish washing contraptions which Trixie still didn't understand.

"Are you going to take me out for dinner tomorrow to make up for it?" she asked with an innocent grin. "You've been concentrating so hard on that essay, your poor wife has been neglected." There came that iconic pout which got Trixie her own way quite frequently in her younger years.

"You've barely missed anything. I've only been here a short while myself" she commented slipping her hand into his.

Cassie listened as Jessa rationalized her shorts wearing in winter. She had learned to just not argue when she made up her mind about something. It was also best to not question it either, if you valued your mental heath. Did she need to add that the season and weather was the best part of fashion, being able to change your style with the season. She absolutely loved this idea! But not Jessa noooo...

She let out a quiet snort.

"And I'm team, on the fence." Cassie chimmed in proudly. "Which means my hair will still be very fly by the end of this tournament, while you two sweat.

"Why thank you, I know." She winked at him and grinned. "I'm going to be both your cheerleaders." She looked between him and Jessa. "If I don't cheer for her I'll get looks and stuff..." She chuckled at her best friend's statement and nodded. "Yep that's right and this royal highness needs to get herself some pom poms." She frowned when she leaned to get another bite and found that the treat was gone. Jessa got a grudgeful glare. "This is why you don't get pom poms."

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Duncan who? Oh. Jessa slowly chewed and linked the dots. Duncan Fletcher. "Purple--" She almost choked on the apple pastry, but it passed quickly and she managed a smirk, "Oh my. Looks like we're going to clash today." She pushed a large chunk of that dumpling into her mouth and started chewing it slowly. Her lips were about to burst open, and in that moment, there was nothing nice about how she looked. But it was a symbolic and very fitting gesture after promising to crush your opponent, she was not going to skip it.

Was this flirting going on between those two? Her mind was too busy chewing and swallowing and oh Merlin, she was not going to do it again. "I'm in the Red Re'ems team over there. Because I'm unique, golden and tough." The dragons suited Fletcher oh-so-well, but she wasn't going to fraternizing with the enemy until the medal was around her neck.

Jessa was used to Cassie stealing taking bits from her food, so this went without a real reaction. "This one, here, is too much of a diva to participate with us, commoners." Jessa batted her eyelashes at her friend, playfully. "Isn't that right?" Yes. She was bitter they weren't bowling together. Also, also, also, "Why didn't I get offered a pom pom?" Simple question. The apple dumpling went behind Jessa's back. Hiding for now.

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SPOILER!!: lovely two

Cassie listened as Jessa rationalized her shorts wearing in winter. She had learned to just not argue when she made up her mind about something. It was also best to not question it either, if you valued your mental heath. Did she need to add that the season and weather was the best part of fashion, being able to change your style with the season. She absolutely loved this idea! But not Jessa noooo...

She let out a quiet snort.

"And I'm team, on the fence." Cassie chimmed in proudly. "Which means my hair will still be very fly by the end of this tournament, while you two sweat.

"Why thank you, I know." She winked at him and grinned. "I'm going to be both your cheerleaders." She looked between him and Jessa. "If I don't cheer for her I'll get looks and stuff..." She chuckled at her best friend's statement and nodded. "Yep that's right and this royal highness needs to get herself some pom poms." She frowned when she leaned to get another bite and found that the treat was gone. Jessa got a grudgeful glare. "This is why you don't get pom poms."

Oh they were going to clash, were they? Fletcher raised a flirty eyebrow and waited for Jessa to explain. But no, she seemed content to munch on that apple fritter thing. So he picked up some food too, while the girls were talking. A quesadilla here, some... prosciutto thing there. Mmm. Smelled good.

"Red Re'ems." Fletcher made a soft tsking sound as he popped a meatball in his mouth. "You're golden alright," he said after swallowing, "but you're also GOLDING dowwwwn." Geddit? He could be punny.

Grinning at his joke, Fletcher watched the roommates go back and forth. "Yeah, I picked up on the diva thing the first time we met." Just look at her, talking about hair being sweaty and whatever. Fletcher rolled his eyes with a smile. "You can use meatballs for my pom-poms," Fletcher suggested, "and toss one in my mouth every time I get a strike." Now that would be motivating.

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SPOILER!!: lovely two

Cassie listened as Jessa rationalized her shorts wearing in winter. She had learned to just not argue when she made up her mind about something. It was also best to not question it either, if you valued your mental heath. Did she need to add that the season and weather was the best part of fashion, being able to change your style with the season. She absolutely loved this idea! But not Jessa noooo...

She let out a quiet snort.

"And I'm team, on the fence." Cassie chimmed in proudly. "Which means my hair will still be very fly by the end of this tournament, while you two sweat.

"Why thank you, I know." She winked at him and grinned. "I'm going to be both your cheerleaders." She looked between him and Jessa. "If I don't cheer for her I'll get looks and stuff..." She chuckled at her best friend's statement and nodded. "Yep that's right and this royal highness needs to get herself some pom poms." She frowned when she leaned to get another bite and found that the treat was gone. Jessa got a grudgeful glare. "This is why you don't get pom poms."

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Oh they were going to clash, were they? Fletcher raised a flirty eyebrow and waited for Jessa to explain. But no, she seemed content to munch on that apple fritter thing. So he picked up some food too, while the girls were talking. A quesadilla here, some... prosciutto thing there. Mmm. Smelled good.

"Red Re'ems." Fletcher made a soft tsking sound as he popped a meatball in his mouth. "You're golden alright," he said after swallowing, "but you're also GOLDING dowwwwn." Geddit? He could be punny.

Grinning at his joke, Fletcher watched the roommates go back and forth. "Yeah, I picked up on the diva thing the first time we met." Just look at her, talking about hair being sweaty and whatever. Fletcher rolled his eyes with a smile. "You can use meatballs for my pom-poms," Fletcher suggested, "and toss one in my mouth every time I get a strike." Now that would be motivating.

A drink, any kind of drink, was very much needed now that she had swallowed the entire humongous bite she took. Jessa leaned aaaaaaall the way to where there empty glasses were, and poured herself some pumpkin juice float. First sip was almost spat out when Fletcher used a pun. "That's cute, that's cute." She chuckled, and waved his words off with her hand, taking another sip from the glass.

Team on the fence her behind. Sweat? Jessa blurted out, "Sweating can be so hot." And took a big gulp from the glass, hiding her grin.

Fletcher's meatballs suggestion wasn't half-bad! "You hear that, Cassie? He's turning you into a lackie. You don't have to feed me while I play, I thrive off love." She gave him a smug smile. "You can't be on both our sides-- oh oh! We need to have a bet!" This was getting exciting! Jessa looked at both of them expectantly before she offered her GENIUS idea.

Cassie laughed out loud. It was more at how bad the joke was than at the joke being funny to be honest. But he could get an E for effort. She shook her head, smile still in place. "That was actually quite terrible contrary to what Jessa just said." She nudged her friend playfully. "There will be no unnnecessary inflation of Fletcher's head tonight. Besides.." She grinned. "He's the competition Jess."

"Yeeeeeah it's hot when it's fake sweat and I'm on a shoot pretending like I'm working out with an equally hot male counterpart in tow." Cassie rolled her eyes. "I am soo not a diva. I just know what I don't like, what I like and like getting what I like." She beamed at both of them all innocent like.

The ex -hufflepuff laughed at both Fletcher and Jessa. It was just too much having them both in one place at the same time. "Of course I can and I will cheer for you both. Besides, the more meatball I feed Fletch here, the more sluggish he'll be so win win for everybody."

"Oh..a bet?" She raised her eyebrow at the blonde.

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A drink, any kind of drink, was very much needed now that she had swallowed the entire humongous bite she took. Jessa leaned aaaaaaall the way to where there empty glasses were, and poured herself some pumpkin juice float. First sip was almost spat out when Fletcher used a pun. "That's cute, that's cute." She chuckled, and waved his words off with her hand, taking another sip from the glass.

Team on the fence her behind. Sweat? Jessa blurted out, "Sweating can be so hot." And took a big gulp from the glass, hiding her grin.

Fletcher's meatballs suggestion wasn't half-bad! "You hear that, Cassie? He's turning you into a lackie. You don't have to feed me while I play, I thrive off love." She gave him a smug smile. "You can't be on both our sides-- oh oh! We need to have a bet!" This was getting exciting! Jessa looked at both of them expectantly before she offered her GENIUS idea.

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SPOILER!!: I like preciousiessss

Cassie laughed out loud. It was more at how bad the joke was than at the joke being funny to be honest. But he could get an E for effort. She shook her head, smile still in place. "That was actually quite terrible contrary to what Jessa just said." She nudged her friend playfully. "There will be no unnnecessary inflation of Fletcher's head tonight. Besides.." She grinned. "He's the competition Jess."

"Yeeeeeah it's hot when it's fake sweat and I'm on a shoot pretending like I'm working out with an equally hot male counterpart in tow." Cassie rolled her eyes. "I am soo not a diva. I just know what I don't like, what I like and like getting what I like." She beamed at both of them all innocent like.

The ex -hufflepuff laughed at both Fletcher and Jessa. It was just too much having them both in one place at the same time. "Of course I can and I will cheer for you both. Besides, the more meatball I feed Fletch here, the more sluggish he'll be so win win for everybody."

"Oh..a bet?" She raised her eyebrow at the blonde.

"What's cute, the pun or my face?" Fletcher teased Jessa with a little wink. Hey, why not both? He was awesome enough. He tried a nibble of the quesadilla and almost choked, laughing, at her sudden blurting about sweat. Yeahhhhhh haha that was kind of the point of sweat, wasn't it? Your body's reaction to heating up? He was just going to try not to spit any of his food out and/or die whilst laughing.

He smirked right back at Jessa and picked up one of the firewhiskey drinks. Ah, yeah, this was what he needed to prepare for the bowling. WOOO that was strong. Good, but strong. Fletcher made a small face and set the empty glass down.

Back to his food. "What's wrong with a little harmless enmity, eh?" Fletcher didn't mind anyone feeding his ego, or his face. He chuckled at the girls' plan though and nudged Cassie with his elbow. "You are SO a diva and I do NOT get sluggish. Not ever. I just get more awesome." He flexed one of his arms to prove the point. "So you can feed me meatballs and... did someone say bet?"

Now his free hand went into his pocket to rattle the gold coins hanging out there. "I'm in. What's your wager, ladies?"