>I realize with a start that Birthday might not actually be
wearing panties right now
>With a skirt on
>Like, this entire time
>She probably even went outside like that.
>Got a pizza without panties on
>Thats lewd~
>I make notes in my head and plan to check as soon as i get a
chance.
>It's not a mystery i can afford to leave unsolved
>But hands are dealt again and i quickly push it to the back of
my mind
>Which isn't true
>For the next couple rounds my head just isn't in the game.
>Every time birthday's legs shift, or move even the tiniest bit,
they have my full attention.
>Hoping for a peek
>Cards are dealt
>Birthday Wins and asks if she can just keep her holding pile and
get a dare instead.
>The Blondie committee agrees
>Birthday in full revenge mode turns to Homely
>"I dare you to tell everyone your most perverted fantasy~"
>Hot

>She's practically singing that dare, in that way mean girls so
often do.
>It's obviously intended as humiliating payback for attempting to
get at her so many times already.
>Homely has other plans though
>"I'll keep that one for later"
>Glint of victory in her eyes
>Glint of Disappointment in mine.
>Hearing women discuss perverted fantasies, that's not only
hot-as-fuck
>But it's interesting too, almost a learning experience
>I kept that dare in mind, i might want to use it myself later
>Next round is Raven's win
>She hasn't been too lucky with the cards, so its only her second
chance to get revenge

>Her Emerald eyes scanning the crowd to determine who looks the
guiltiest

>Knowing Raven it's gotta be good, since her last one failed.

>Birthday has the most guilty look on her face it seems because
her name is soon called out
>"I Dare you to kiss someone in the room... that you haven't
kissed yet"
>She's trapped
>Her holding-pile is kissing glasses for a full minute (in case
you forgot)
>And she can't kiss me because everyone KNOWS she's kissed me.
>Birthday shoots a couple pleading glances at Blondie hoping for
her to overturn it.
>"Sorry... it's technically a completely different dare"
>The sincerity in Blondie's voice is completely missing
>She could have totally overturned that but she doesn't want to.

>Birthday's getting triple teamed
>Trapped
>She's gotta kiss some girl in the room.
>This would be the part of any harem anime where they reveal
there's some kind of secret lesbian relationship going on
>Birthday and another girl secretly lovers during moonlight,
their relationship a secret from everybody.
>Thus she could kiss that girl and she wouldn't bat an eye,
right?
>Wrong
>This isn't an Anime
>This is real life, 2005
>That whole "Being Bisexual because it's cool" thing didn't
actually happen till the 2007s

>This was a room full of straight sexually repressed females,
just as the goddess Hera intended on her list of punishments for
my sins.

>Which meant birthday was going to have to kiss a girl she didn't
want to kiss and that in all likelihood wouldn't want to be
kissed.
>[spoiler]In today's feminist-run society, this would be
considered Double Rape with intent to commit misogynistic
activities  and I would be sentenced to 6 years in jail for being
there[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Where both participants are unwilling and are simply
being forced by the patriarchy's disgusting and corrupted morals
to perform lewd acts upon one another[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]And even if it was a girl daring them to do it, she was
a prophet of the patriarchy and has had her opinions and
judgements corrupted by having a male best friend.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]As such, i was the only real rapist in the room and
would be due for castration and estrogen booster shots[/spoiler]
>This just makes it hotter though.

>Birthday is sitting there biting her upper lip trying to decide
what she should do about this situation.
>I would expect her to be worried but she just seems
contemplative.
>Looks like she even gets a smile as she looks around the room
>Her eyes settle on Raven
>Uh oh
>Birthday is halfway across the room on her hands and knees
>I start laughing
>I already know what sorry fate Raven has condoned herself to
>Birthday connects a kiss right as the victim begins to squeal
and try to escape
>The kisser on her hands and knees, mouth pressed firmly against
Raven's lips
>Whose entire body was still sitting upright, but the moment lips
made contact with her own she tensed up almost like a cat hissing
at an enemy.
>Raven's hands were up and trying to stop the attack but she
couldn't push it away
>All she could do was let out muffled sounds of dislike through
the kiss until it broke away
>It didn't last very long, only a couple seconds really
>I was laughing the entire time

>Birthday had cleverly turned the dare against her
>Raven breaks away from the kiss in disgust
>Her arm whipped up to try to rub away any traces of the kiss of
her lips
>Visibly shrinking back and making disgusted noises
>That was not the dare she wanted, or the dare she needed.
>But it was the one she deserved
>I'm not the only one laughing at the kiss i realize as i look
around
>Homely is on the floor in cackling witch-like laughter
>Can almost imagine her saying "I'll get you my pretty, and your
little dog too!"
>I swear, pitch perfect
>Glasses had her lovely resonating laugh going, always a lovely
sound
>The only one that was confusing was Blondie, who i hadn't been
able to see until birthday moved
>She was directly across from raven and she was just staring
wide-eyed with her mouth open.
>I guess she just didn't expect birthday to turn that dare around
so smoothly.
>[spoiler]Or birthday was her lesbian crush and she was
heartbroken, a man can dream right[/spoiler]

>Birthday pulls back and returns to her seat
>Raven's busy making spitting sounds
>Blondie seems to have caught me staring at her and just blushes
and looks away
>I realize i must have triggered her cute-safeguards as she's
looking embarrassedly at the floor.
>Cuteness reactor overload in 5 minutes i hope not.
>Raven is finally done making a big scene about her dare
backfiring
>Even though she was giving me a pouty face still, i just pointed
at the cards
>She reshuffles the deck and deals again
>Glasses wins
>She's still got a pretty awful holding dare though (kiss homely)
so she drops that.
>Raven wins again
>She turns to me
>"I dare you to let me sit in your lap!"
>Excited voice
>Kitty-cat-puppy-dog-don't-hold-this-please eyes
>... come on raven i woulda let you anyway if you had just asked

>But i know that her sitting on my lap is just going to make
poker extremely difficult
>She'll see all my cards, win every time against me
>As cute as it sounds
>As much as i want to let her do it
>It's a trap
>So i hold it.
>Her eyes set deeper into her face as i say this
>They catch the light and flash that evil-emerald green
>I've ruined her plans, oh no
>She doesn't give me any faces though, just the eyes and a lack
of smile
>Kinda scary actually
>She returns to dealing cards
>I scoot three inches away in fear when i think she's not
looking.

>Hands go out

>I feel like i've got a great set of cards so i'm ready to win
>I don't win
>Homely wins again
>Fuck
>I just say it right off the bat
>"I swear if you try to screw with birthday again..."
>She's not batting an eyelid
>I don't understand how homely is so calm in these kinds of
situations
>Instead she turns towards me
>"Alright, i dare you to take off my shirt for me."

>Yeah ok whatever
>I would complain but she's wearing a near transparent tight-ass
shirt anyway
>Her having her tits free would just be the same thing
>But skin colored
>And like twice as bouncy
>and soft...
>With nipples
>Alright well it wouldn't be the same thing
>But i'm not putting up a fight
>I just move my way across the room and sit in front of her.
>No romance
>She just lifts her arms, i grab the hem and raise it up and over
>There's that one awesome moment
>You know the one where the bottom of the shirt is just barely
holding the tits back
>And then they kinda just flop out and free to the world
>That's like the best part of women taking off shirts
>That one moment
>Then that moment ends
>Then you realize it's homely and i really didn't want to stare
>I mean i wanted to stare
>But homely
>You know that feel

>I return to my seat with my internal conflict raging
>Stare
>Not Stare
>That is the question
>I end up staring
>Not for very long before Raven has taken notice
>I get an actual slap on the wrist
>It kinda stung, but just really enough to make me look at her
>and the words she spoke next
>"I use up one of my dares... Homely put your shirt back on"
>Awee....
>Homely's voice perks me out of my instantaneous depression
>"Alright, i'll hold onto that and tell everyone my fantasy"
>Based homely
>Coming through

>Except blondie seems to not-like the fact that i was staring
either
>Nor do any of the other girls
>Her, Glasses and Birthday decide that our "Extra Dares" can not
be refused
>I think they're doing it just to fuck with homely
>That's so going to backfire on them all later though
>Temporary gain at the cost of long-term loss i guess.
>i know better than to say a word, they won't know what's hit
them.
>Homely glares angrily at all of them after she finishes putting
her shirt back on.
>I'm pretty sure she's going to attack someone
>This is not going to end well
>Birthday is returning the angriest glare back
>I can see the beam of light bouncing between each of their eyes
>Actual sparks flying across the room
>I try to defuse the cold war before nukes are fired
>"Hey guys, let's take a snack break"
>All lasers focused on me now
>...
>What have i done!
>But after half a second the eyes kind of soften up
>It seems to have worked, we get up and mosey off to the kitchen

>I don't seem to make it all the way to the kitchen however
>I'm grabbed by the hand and directed away towards the other side
of the house
>I end up outside the small bathroom with Raven and a flashlight
>Her face betrays no emotions, but i know i've fucked up
something
>I'm waiting patiently for her to speak what's on her mind, but
she's not talking
>She seems to be searching my face for something
>Actually worried searching
>Fuck, what DID i do?
>She fills me in
>"You were supposed to pick me..."

>Nothing but a hum of sadness in those words
>"You keep picking everyone else..."
>I don't have a proper response, i realize i've gotten myself
into possible breakdown territory
>She's obviously jealous over a mixture of the other girls
getting to do things with me, and me denying her
plea-for-lap-sitting.
>My lack of response seems to hit her harder than actual words
>But i've really got no clear cut way of making her feel better
>I really don't know what to say
>And i really think this isn't about me not letting her sit on my
lap at all
>I know her better than that,

>I get dragged off to the guest room and she locks the door

>Its still windy in here, blowing through the shutters
>Freezing cold
>Pitch black

>I'm quite aware there's probably still glass on the floor in the
corner
>We're just standing there silently against the door in the
darkness.
>I can hear our breathing again, soft... relaxed from both of us
>I wish i could see her eyes and know what she's thinking
>Raven seems to have had a question she wanted to ask in here
though
>Her voice inquisitively painful
>"We're together now right?"

>Fuck
>That's not a question i was really sure about myself
>We didn't even talk about it or anything
>Hadn't even had a chance
>But she had talked about it with me
>In her head
>and that head-me was telling her we were an item now.

>where as my in-head me was screaming "Oh no oh fuck oh no"

>It's not that i was scared of having raven be with me in a
relationship or anything
>It's just that i didn't know
>We had gone from friends to enemies to "More" in a span of 24
hours.
>I'm not sure if i should say this or not
>What reaction i would get
>She doesn't give me a chance

>She's got her hand down the front of my pants
>She's not touching me anywhere else though, as if there's no
real romance involved
>I wasn't hard, Semi-really from previous events but i mean who
wouldn't be
>Her hands are all the way on my dick and she's even stroking it
softly
>She asks again
>But its not a question
>"We're Together Now Right?"
>Every word is punctuated by a hard stroke and a squeeze
>That does the trick, i'm diamonds again
>But i still haven't said a word in return
>She's got one of my hands with her other as she strokes
>I feel it moved under her skirt, across her thighs.

>She's not wearing panties anymore
>She's pressing my fingers against her
>"Choose me..."
>It's a breathless whisper
>I don't need another hint


>I take two fingers and try to slip them inside her
>She's not wet enough for how tight it is, so i need to wiggle
and waggle them a bit
>I'm reminded of trying to get two fingers into the neck of a
balloon
>Raven was not enjoying it
>She started whimpering and pressed her chest against mine
>Her breasts pressing into me, two hard points of contact, colder
than my own skin.
>I'm trying to be gentle but i'm worried i'm hurting her
>I'm worried my fingers aren't even in the right place
>It doesn't take long for my suspicions to give away as i get her
wet enough for them to slip right in.
>It's still tight, but i can move my hand up and down and try to
make her enjoy this somewhat compared to the discomfort i had
obviously caused her
>She didn't even seem to like this, 30 seconds later she pulls my
hand away

>I'm worried i'm doing something horribly wrong
>She just alleviates my fears by pulling me over to the bed and
pulling down my pants.
>A couple shuffles more and my hands are on her hips
>Then she's leaning forward
>Hands on the bedspread
>I realize she wants me to take her from behind

>I can't see anything so it's really just a ton of fumbling
>Back to no maps or guides again
>I can't find where my dick's supposed to go
>Really just absolutely lost
>I'm considering pulling over and asking for directions, but it
seems i've prodded her a little too hard too many times in the
wrong places
>I find her hand between her legs and i'm guided into a safe
landing
>All the way down to the base.
>It's extremely tight like before
>Hot
>There's quite a bit more friction than when we were in the tub
>I assumed that was because there was less lubrication, or
however those mechanics worked out
>All i knew was that it was amazing
>I took a couple tentative strokes and found no complaining
>Alrighty then
>I grabbed her hips and thrust like i had never thrust before

>It was dirty
>It was sweaty
>I couldn't hear a sound she made over the wind in the bedroom,
the soft rain outside
>I could only see faintly, an outline of what she looked like
>Face pressed into the sheets
>Both of us panting like dogs
>I didn't last nearly as long as i had before
>Maybe a couple minutes at most
>I gave a couple last forced thrusts hoping she would orgasm like
she did before
>No dice
>I just kind of lurched forward, forced my hips into hers
>I leave spurt after spurt inside her
>long, forceful spasms.
>It was amazing, i enjoyed every second of it
>But as i pulled out and lay down beside her, i heard her breath
>It was smooth, calm, even
>Where as mine was ragged, fast and harsh

>She's awake
>She's moving slightly
>Her hand finds its way to mine
>like It was trying to tell me all was fine
>But nothing about that was right
>I don't think she enjoyed it at all
>Any of it
>Frankly i don't even think she wanted to have sex with me
>But that makes no sense since she started it all on her own
>I enjoyed it, i had been in valhalla for however long i was
inside of her.
>But it felt forced
>Like she was doing it only for me
>I don't know why anyone would do this
>Her of all people
>It almost makes me sick to my stomach with the thought
>But i don't ask
>I get pulled to my feet by the hand she's holding, i hear
shuffling as what's probably her panties are re-applied
>I do the same.
>She turns on the flashlight
>She's smiling
>Its a real smile
>I smile back
>I don't know if it's fake or not

>We leave the bedroom holding hands
>We enter the kitchen holding hands
>All the girls turn and stare
>Raven doesn't care
>I do, but i hide it
>I don't have to hide it too well, because i find something in
the kitchen that changes my mood right away
>The girls have a bottle of Rum out on the island right in the
middle
>I drop raven's hand
>My hands go to my hips
>I yell
>"What the FUCK is that."
>I'm not just angry.

>The girls take up dignified stances against me
>"Rum, what does it look like? You said we were having a drinks
break"
>Its homely
>I also said snacks break, fuck her
>Blondie speaks up
>"We talked... while you and raven were MAKING OUT"
>Her voice is half-crying half screaming
>I actually think she's going to leap across the kitchen at me
and strangle me
>Knowing blondie i'm in for much worse
>The worst part is this makes me realize... i hadn't kissed raven
at all.
>Not once
>This doesn't make it hard to tell blondie the truth
>"You were the last girl i kissed Blondie..."
>She hears the sincerity in my voice and softens her tone,
muscles on her face no longer scowling.
>Her fears are alleviated slightly
>But mine arent

>Birthday tries to explain
>"We figured that we would just have a little, all together, and
make sure nobody has too much"
>She's honest, she's scared of what raven did earlier
>"We were even going to mix it... then its just really light"
>I realize they have various fruit juices out behind them
>I can't blame birthday
>I can't blame homely
>The didn't let the earlier shit go down
>I can't stop them at all really
>If they want to drink again i can't do anything but make sure
they really don't drink very much
>I give up and look over to raven
>She's not going to drink right?
>Right?

>"I'm not going to have any guys"
>Phew
>She was sincere, i bet she probably still felt a little sick
>I wouldn't have let her
>If there was one girl in the room i could control it was Raven,
since even before we were "More".
>I announce the same, i don't really want anything either
>That brings a sigh from the huddle of women across the kitchen
>Blondie seems to feel guilty and agrees to not drink as well.
>I feel bad for her since she seemed to want to drink
>But i guess she's just trying to not feel bad about what
happened earlier.
>Homely, Glasses and Birthday don't give a fuck and continue
mixing drinks.

>I end up with a virgin orange juice something, Raven and Blondie
seem to have accomplished similar cups of fruit brew.
>There's really not much that goes on in the kitchen
>We just all end up drinking cups of things while the three gals
with rum try to get themselves tipsy
>Eventually glasses starts giggling and clinging onto my arm
>Then homely starts clinging onto my other arm
>Then birthday is behind me hugging me
>I think they accidentally passed tipsy
>I fucking failed my job of not letting them drink too much
>Of fucking course
>I can't really blame myself because i don't know how body weight
and everything factor in that well...
>And i didn't really measure out how much they put in each cup
>Frankly i had like no control over them at all
>But i blamed myself anyway.

>Blondie and raven aren't tearing me apart yet
>But i know they will be if i let this go on too much longer
>I can feel the angry stares starting
>I trudge free of the limpets attaching slowly to all of my
exposed limbs and suggest we go back to the poker room.
>This seems to be an accepted plan
>The three girls are giggling and adding a chorus of sound to the
short walk
>Blondie looks like she's sad for missing out
>Raven doesn't look like anything really
>It's not long before we're all situated in another happy circle
>This time we're all much closer together
>the order ends up
>Me > Raven > Homely > Birthday > Blondie > Glasses > Me
>Glasses is actually holding onto one of my arms
>Which is mirrored about instantly by Raven
>And elicits jealous stares from around the circle.


>I try to get the game started again
>Everyone's kind of not really gamey though, atleast the three
tipsy girls aren't.
>They're mostly whispering jokes and giggling
>It seems they've kind of over whatever angry tension they had
between one another
>Which is good
>Hands go out
>Birthday wins
>She removes her holding dare (Make out with glasses)
>Hands go out again
>Blondie Wins
>She's glaring daggers at me for some reason
>I don't get why
>>"I Dare..."
>She turns around to look at me
>"I Dare Glasses to switch spots with me"
>Awe... but glasses is like pressing her boobs up against my arm
though
>Alright fine
>Glasses gets up in a huff
>Changing of the guards occurs
>Glasses has her arms crossed glaring at blondie
>Blondie is now doing the exact same thing to my arm that Glasses
was doing
>AKA molesting it
>But not really because blondie is kind of cutely hugging my arm
agaInst her instead of hugging her against my arm
>I can't explain it, but its really cute ok


>Raven deals more cards
>I'm honestly amazed i'm even still able to play with two girls
hugging my arms, but i manage
>Raven wins the hand anyway though
>Its not like i was winning before i had girls on my arms.
>Raven turns to me with an obvious dare on her mind
>It's probably got to do with the lack of talking i did in the
guest bedroom.
>"Pick one girl in this room that you Hate, and tell them that"
>Hahh...
>Fuck.

>No.
>I'm not playing this game
>I just pat my lap a couple times
>You win raven
>She gets the idea and scooches over and sits in it
>Raven's a pretty good lap-sitter, she kinda curls up into my arm
and manages to not block my view of the game at all.
>She's sat on my lap for years though, comes with practice
really.
>I'm not even going to play anymore of these "Pick one" games
>too dangerous

>I have to keep my cards in a pile to the side now, just look at
em once and try and remember which are which
>It's not helping my game honestly
>I'm pretty sure blondie can see my cards too when i peek at them
>It's not like i was winning anyway
>Glasses throws down a straight flush
>She's got some good luck
>She doesn't even hesitate with the dare though

>"I dare blondie to switch places with me!"
>lol
>Blondie responds real-quick
>"I hold"
>Instant pouty-face from Glasses
>lol

>Next hand is dealt out
>Birthday wins
>She starts out looking at the circle, but then she just stops
and stares at me.
>She seems to be staring at my toes
>Well, my toes or raven's
>Our feet are kinda curled up in the same place
>We're kinda wigglin' and wagglin' our toes.
>I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not
>I realize i'm probably exposed
>I try to pull my feet in closer but it's too late
>"Storybro... i dare you to let us paint your toenails"
>NOOOOOOOOO

>She's found my mortal weakness
>I was regretting the eventual start of girly things
>I'd avoided most of it.
>Except for the girly clothes, those were unavoidable
>Also i have to let them do it because my holding dare is awful.
>I just have to accept it
>Roll with it
>Let it be part of me

>It's really not too bad, and it's honestly silly
>I don't mind a fun dare, as long as i can pick the color
>I guess toenail painting is a big thing because INSTANTLY
birthday, homely and blondie(?) were off with intent to find the
toenail... paint?
>Back in seconds though
>They've got an entire selection of various bottles and things.
>Oh man

>This would be the part where i detail what everyone's cute feets
and toes looked like.
>Only one problem
>If you haven't noticed, i really like faces, facial expressions
and eyes.
>Those are my favorite bits. The bits i remember most vividly

>I don't really have any interest in feet
>So even though the women all decided at this point in time to
sprawl legs out and touch toes as they started the girly
endeavour that is toenail painting.
>I can't remember arches, or toe sizes, sizes, heels, or any of
that fun stuff.
>[spoiler]I'm sorry lonely feet-loving anons[/spoiler]
>What i can remember is two girls, the one i spent the most time
with, and the one with the cutest feet.
>AKA, raven and Blondie
>Blondie painted her toenails, sky blue, always a shade of blue
of some sort.
>Some days darker, some days lighter, some days a nearly
transparent coat she had thinned with a clear varnish.

>That's what i remember the most because i always mentioned it to
her
>Passing conversations like "Haha navy blue today i see?" or "A
bit of sky fell on your toes, you might want to wipe that off!"
>I don't think it ever had much meaning behind it, i just had
always learned to start conversations with women on trivial
complementary aspects of their current appearance.
>[spoiler]That's essentially how you talk to women if you were
wondering anons, just don't sperg it.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]if you're not good at leading her "Oh yeah i just felt
like a blue today..." into your "Oh hey now! I haven't done
anything to make you sad now have i?" don't bother complimenting
appearances because you'll fuck up and make it more
awkward[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] She also liked her feet, so complimenting a girl on a
thing she likes and puts great care into is always a
plus[/spoiler]

>Blondie had small cute little feet, with long slender toes and i
guess she paid a great amount of attention to them.
>Always wearing sandals or open top shoes but whenever i saw the
bottoms of them they were never too dirty or rough.
>I liked her feet, they were good feet and good excuse to start
conversations with her.

>Raven herself, she didn't paint her toenails.
>Maybe once in a blue moon, but really it wasn't her forte
>She was really more of a tomboy, took after me in the feet care
area (i didn't think about my feet more than once a month)

>We liked to both wear socks all the time, our houses had these
giant cold marble and stone floors that were freezing all year
round. Saved us from getting em roughed up i guess.
>Honestly her feet took quite a bit of neglect, i hadn't ever
seen her use lotion or clip the nails properly
>Sure her mother tried sometimes when she was younger but it was
a lost cause.
>They weren't smooth either, they were bony and when she flexed
you could see the tendons.
>Those lovely muscles that make feet work
>Those curving and crisscrossing blue veins and vessels across
the top surface, her skin was pale enough to see right through
>Hell, she even used to bite her toenails sometimes, guilty
pleasure i guess.
>She wasn't meant to be a foot-model later in life, but her feet
spoke a different story. They were functional, they were used.
Raven would climb trees with me barefoot, splash with me in the
mud or sand at the beach.
>I liked raven's feet
>They were beautiful, functional, used and neglected feet. Stark
contrast i know.

>I don't really remember any of the other girl's feet or toes
>But i remember they had them wiggling and kicking infront of me
along with my own
>Everyone back to giggling and cheering at various color mixes
they were inventing for my soon-to-be-girly toes
>Oh wait
>While i was telling you about Raven/Blondie's toes it ends up
they painted mine
>Bright pink
>Really it wasn't that interesting i was lost in thought or
staring at someone's chest the entire time.
>I had no real say in the matter anyway
>Doomed to a girly color from the start because it was a dare.

>The important thing to note is that it didn't seem like we were
going back to poker
>I think the tipsy girls weren't interested anymore, Glasses was
falling asleep with what looked to be neon-green unscrewed in her
hand
>(Which was quickly rescued by blondie as so it didn't spill)
>Birthday and homely were giggling all over one another
>Whatever they were talking about it was probably hilarious
>Alcohol solving all previous conflicts

>I was left with Blondie sitting next to me wiggling her toes
(sky blue if i didn't already say) and holding onto my wrist for
whatever reason
>And raven who was curled up in my lap with my arm pulled across
her bare chest
>[spoiler]Yes i do realize that i've probably got my hands right
on or around her breasts, but no i don't act on it[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]I wasn't really sure if i wanted to, and there were
other women around[/spoiler]

>I was pretty comfy, plenty of time to think about what had
happened that day.

>Just lost in thought as blondie and raven discuss something to
do with quantum thermal mechanics and the result of
thorium-uranium fractionation.
>It was enlightening really
>Well that was until Birthday starts shouting about how "Hawking
Radiation" was never proven to exist.
>She seems to be claiming quasiparticles are some kind of
pseudo-unproven science meanwhile homely is trying to claim
quantum superposition is a perfectly legitimate avenue of testing
for them.
>As i'm sure you would understand, this didn't go well at all
>Eventually they get into a shouting match over the speed of
light and i think homely brings up cherenkov radiation and shit
just hits the fan.