We Only Have Tomorrow

[employeeoftheyear]

[True to his word, on 6pm Thursday Spongebob has the party at the library set up and ready to go! It's filled with cute handmade decorations, snacks, and cobbled together games! Even with all the help he accepted, it's very clear that this was a passion project for Spongebob.

Taped around the library is a set of rules, and frankly there were a Lot of rule fliers around the library.]

RULES
1. Bring your own food and games! The more fun the better!
2. Stay as long as you want! We can make it a sleepover!
3. ABSOLUTELY NO MURDERING
4. Have fun! 💗💗💗💗💗

[Luckily for those who are aware of the cartoon, the party doesn't seem nearly as micromanaged as it could have been mostly because this party is more in a desperate attempt to keep everyone alive than anything else so have as much fun as you can before tomorrow!]

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[brokeforgood]

[And here's the reason why Ruddiger's banned from candy and sweets, perching on the side of the table, careful not to sit in the pie, munching on red vines.]

Boooo! Fuck Chess!

[alchemistake]

[Wow! Varian raises a brow at Farrah as he straightens one of the pieces that had gotten briefly knocked down when she had a seat.]

Hey, we do not defile chess in this household. What did it ever do to you, huh?

[brokeforgood]

Dropped me during a football game. [ She picks up one of the knights, and makes a whinny sound, galloping it across the chess board.]

[alchemistake]

[Varian pauses, his raised brow becoming TWO raised brows.]

The...what?

[What's football???]

[brokeforgood]

[Shes galloping the knight into the sky now. Look at it go!]

Oh, sorry. At the pigskin ball game.

[alchemistake]

[That's a more fun use of the chess pieces, lbr. Ruddiger makes a little raccoon sound, almost like he's laughing.

Meanwhile, Varian's just like.....LIKE]

That actually gives me more questions than answers, Farrah.

[brokeforgood]

Isn't that the way old timey people talk about football? Throw around the ol’ pigskin?

Whatever. The football isn't the point. [She puts the knight down on the wrong side of the board and picks her giant purse up that she snagged from the costume room a while ago, and digs through it. Once she’s rustled past all the liquor bottles and the bag of cell phone rice —- Oh. There it is. She whips out the death note.]

It’s a sport. And I’m a cheerleader, so it’s my job to cheer on our team. They really suck, by the way, so we were really the only reason anyone showed up for the games. Still are, I guess, but not because we’re good. [She opens the death note. ... Oh boy, Farrah’s really gone to town here. She flips through at least five double sided pages of death wishes for Riley, which are all tiny, neatly written, and have creative ways of death like “eating her own college admissions essay” or “literally melting after finding out she’s in last place on the class ranking”.]

So we dance and chant and do tricks and stuff. Only, this time—- [There’s a page with only one line written on it, and it’s struck through, like she’s felt guilty about it. Something about Clark and a bad hair day.]

This girl. Chess. She fucked up. And dropped me. And everyone saw. [Jesus Christ, Farrah. There are even more pages of death wishes against Chess, with very creative and public and humiliating ways of death listed.]

[alchemistake]

[OH, THAT....IS SURE A LOT OF DEATH THREATS. Which, I mean. He can't say he blames her, since he knows Riley to be the girl who presumably killed her in cold blood. He's a little more bothered by the death note since he knows from Orpheus what it does, but...maybe it's just a prop.

Yeah he's going to tell himself that.

Anyway, he listens as she explains, having to mentally piece together himself what a cheerleader is, which is helped along when she actually explains it herself pretty succinctly.

...the girl was named Chess, that. Is ironic.]

Oh...oh wow.

[Varian can't help but wince, because while that does sound pretty inocuous, it must mean a lot to Farrah. So he's not about to be insensitive, here.]

Chess...do you think she dropped you on purpose, or...?

[brokeforgood]

No. But —- she dropped me because she was high. Which is worse. [She pauses. Well. If he doesn’t know about pigskin ball he probably doesn’t know about getting high either.]

High On. Drugs. They can make your head all fucked up. You really shouldn’t be lifting people during that.

And the worst part is that everyone saw it—- and someone put it on the internet, and millions of people have seen me fall. Janis, Connor... They saw it too. And I got a concussion!

[alchemistake]

[That's so...cruel. His eyes widen a little because he actually had no idea Janis and Connor were from the same world as Farrah, which...definitely likely makes things even worse for her.]

You didn't deserve that...she should have known better than to be doing stuff like that while she was that messed up. I can't blame you for being upset.

[brokeforgood]

That’s what I said! I was all— kick her off the team! And they were like, well, if we kick her off the team for being high, we have to kick you off the team for being drunk! And it’s like—- [Farrah rolls her eyes.]

I only started drinking cuz Chess dropped me!

So. Yeah. Fuck Chess. [She knocks down a bishop]

[alchemistake]

[Varian huffs, looking at the chess board.

He knocks one of the queens down with his thumb.]

Fuck Chess.

[He can attest to that, at the very least!]

The game is a lot better than the person anyway.