@connyro;
Ah, October. Tristan’s favorite month. Nothing quite like dying leaves and pumpkin-spiced crap everywhere to remind you that it’s almost Halloween. Speaking of Halloween, it just means it’s almost time for Dare Night. Another one of Tristan’s favorite fall activities. And to crash that loser party the Artists host after the Jocks find out where its held. While lame at first, Tristan has come to find that sometimes taking things over is more fun than throwing something yourself. And seeing as those little shits make them work for it every year, Tristan and his knack for trying to sniff shit out has finally come to use for his boys. He heard little Conny Ro might know a thing or two about the location of that little get-together this year, which is why he decides to pass by Dairy’s after picking up some gum from the local convenience store. (He’s been stress chewing a lot lately trying to live with the fact that he has to be nice to West for his scheme. It’s making his skin crawl.)
His presence at Dairy’s is made known by the soft ring of the bell above the door, his blue-grey eyes narrowing at the counter where he spots Dipshit Roberts wiping it down. He begins to unfold the wrapper from his stick of gum as he walks over, sliding himself onto the stool directly in front of where Conny was wiping.
“Hey, dipshit. How’s it hangin’?” He shoves the stick of gum into this mouth, keeping it on one side so he could keep taking. “I need to talk to you.”