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jackjacksparr‌:

He felt himself blush. Yeah, it was always…weird to explain, to say the least. “Well, my first name is John and my middle name is Jackson. Some people called John get called Jack, so…you know, Jack-Jack.” Not like his parents would actually put something like Jack-Jack on a birth certificate. He’d have to just switch to Jack or JJ when he got older so he didn’t sound like a baby. “Plus I’m the youngest of three, so I get the littlest kid nickname.”

He blushed and she blushed. It was just a chain reaction. At least that was what she was going with. “John Jackson.....That does sound pretty official. And that sucks. Or is that a good thing? I wouldn’t know.I don’t have any siblings. I used to want some so I ahd some minions of my own, but now I don’t really know.”

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charlamants‌:

Taken aback, Henry could only blink in a mixture of confusion and shock. He hadn’t expected such attitude, but then again, he’d have probably done the same at her age. “I’m not an officer,” he replied, “but Commissioner Gordon is actually a good family friend. Guess it’s a good thing you’re not begging for alcohol on the street, otherwise he might have to send someone out here to investigate.”

“Oh....Is he now....” She was failing. She had nothing to follow up with this. But she wasn’t going to stop. She didn’t know when to quit. “I don’t beg, good sir. Good powerful sir. I only....make jokes. Wasn’t it funny? That time I asked you for booze?”

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jackjacksparr‌:

He made a bit of a face at being called adorable. That wasn’t his favorite word, but he’d take it. “I’m just not scared of bullies,” he shrugged. “Well, Jack-Jack’s a nickname, too, but yeah, I get JJ a lot.” He figured it was the easiest out of all of them. His name was a mouthful.

“Wait...are ya teasing me?” Penelope’s jaw dropped a little. “What is Jack-Jack short for? What kind of name do you have?” She realized that probably sounded harsh and she blushed a bit. “I just think names are interesting. And I like the origins and such. I just wanna know the story behind Jack-Jack.”

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jackjacksparr‌:

Jack-Jack paused. “Well, I take martial arts but that’s not the reason. Martial arts isn’t so I can just not worry about stuff.” He had plenty to worry about, after all. “But, no, I just try not to care about bullies.” The fact that she said he was going to regret what he said was sad. Did she not have friends? “I rarely regret things. I’m Jack-Jack. You can shorten it how you want.”

She laughed. Oh she knew it had to be martial arts. “You sound like an anti-bullying poster. That’s adorable, so you can keep doing it.” When he introduced herself she scrunched her nose. “Jack-Jack? I’ve never heard that one before somehow. Do people call you JJ a lot? Jacky Squared? Jack Attack?”

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charlamants‌:

“Are you underage?” Henry questioned, one hand on his hip and the other used to point an accusing finger her way. He didn’t mean to sound so much like his father – god, he wanted cringe at the thought – but he couldn’t ignore the warning signs. There was something suspicious afoot. “Look, this is definitely the pot calling the kettle black, but you really shouldn’t be asking random strangers to buy you booze. What happens if an officer comes by and catches you?”

“Are you an officer?” she asked, surprised by how boldly she talked to him. She wasn’t dumb, she knew who he was. But she couldn’t look like a punk ass in front of him. “I was just kidding anyways. I don’t even drink! I’m not at legal age yet.”

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magdalcnas‌:

“I’m twenty four,” Magdalena replied, thoroughly offended that someone would even question her age. “And it is illegal if I buy it then give it to you. Have you heard of supplying to a minor charges? They suck,” Magdalena emphasized the last word, as if it was the worst legal trouble she had gotten in to. And concerning the police in Cadense, it was. “I would suggest trying to sway someone stupider to buy you alcohol.”

“Really? Then why do you dress like you’re thirty?” She didn’t understand. “They suck? Have you done it before? Because the way you’re talking about it sounds like you have.” She thought about the rest of her words. “You’re right. I should ask someone else. I don’t know if stupider is the proper adjective, but perhaps fun or lively is.”

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grandmasayshi‌:

Norman couldn’t argue the bit about the cigarettes. He knew that there were studies done or something that made the legal drinking age twenty-one, but that didn’t mean he understood those studies or knew why it was fine to do something a lot more dangerous three years earlier. By that logic, he shrugged, looking back around and nodding. “Yeah. Um…” He didn’t think he’d be scammed by her, not really, but you couldn’t trust anyone these days. “Like, with… cash or…?” How did someone ask for something like that?

“Have you ever ought alcohol before?” She put her hands on her hips. He was probably old enough so surely he’s drank and did stuff like this before, right? He’d have to be a total loser to not have done a single thing. “Umm...yeah? I have cash. For something small.”

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the-trvmp‌:

Tramp didn’t find it difficult to take what he wanted without getting caught. Often times it felt like his family tried to teach how to steal long before they tried to teach him to walk or talk, not that he was complaining. His lifestyle might not be ideal to most, but he was perfectly fine with it. He casually waiting until no one was looking and the quickly tucked a bottle under his shirt. A few moments later and he was outside the store again.

“As promised.” He pulled a bottle out from underneath his shirt. “Hopefully that’s to your liking, exchanging it might be a bit of a challenge.”

She grinned at him, bouncing on her feet as she took the bottle from him. “Thank you,” she said, genuinely surprised that he got her a decent-sized bottle. Maybe he just liked the thrill of the steal. Either way, Penelope was satisfied. “Do you want some? it’s only fair since you got it in the first place.” She gestured down the street. “Park’s not far. If you wanna walk and drink.”

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jackjacksparr‌:

“Oh. No, I’m not either of those, but I don’t let stuff like that stop me.” He grinned. Leave it to him to find the one person in here that had a problem with the place, huh? “Well, if they’re gonna be like that, I’d rather hang out with you than them, even if I don’t know your name or anything.”

“Really? Is it because you know how to kick ass?” She figured he had some karate belt or something. There weren’t just people who were...unbothered. Right? “Oh buddy. I promise you are going to regret saying that. And if you don’t...well.....cool. I’m Penelope.”

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jackjacksparr‌:

Jack-Jack hummed. “So. How high are their high scores because now I want to beat theirs. And when’s her next birthday?” He was joking a little, but he also knew that what was happening to this girl really wasn’t cool. He didn’t like bullies. “Well, if they have a problem they can talk to me about it, I don’t care about that kind of thing.”

“Pretty high. Are you a gamer? Or like an arcade wizard? Because you’re going to have to be one of those to come close.” She smiled at him. It felt weird to smile, but she liked this guy so far. “You say that now. But once it happens the tables normally tend to turn. And not in my favor.”

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grandmasayshi‌:

Norman took a deep breath, glancing between the girl and the store. This was illegal, right? He was pretty sure this was pretty illegal. But how often did people actually go to jail for it, he wondered. Not too often, probably - it wasn’t like murder or anything, being drunk passed, and nobody was getting hurt, arguably. He hoped. “Like, a specific kind?” Maker’s Mark existed. He didn’t know if it was good, but he was pretty sure his dad kept it in the house. “I don’t wanna, like. Be obvious, you know? So… You’re twenty?”

“Yes, I’m twenty. Which is the lamest age ever. I can buy cigarettes but I can’t buy booze? it’s torture.” She put her hands on her hips. “So are ya gonna help me or not? You don’t have to be obvious if you like, I dunno, just go inside and buy the booze for yourself. No one is paying attention to us.”

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jackjacksparr‌:

“Roger-dodger, then,” Jack-Jack answered, rocking back and forth on his heels for a minute before glancing around and pulling the hood of his jacket up. If this was gonna be a secretive thing, he might as well get in on it. “Why would you be toast and not me for being nice to you?”

“Because they aren’t after you. They don’t want you as their pound of flesh.” She glared at the screen in front of them. “Did you topple Tabitha’s birthday cake? No. Did you beat their high scores? No. So they won’t say crap to you but I will be the one in trouble.”

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Headcanon that Vanellope is a memelord.

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I’m a racer, I can feel it in my code!

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the-trvmp‌:

“Can’t say that I have.” One of his signature flirtatious grins spread across his face as she continued to talk. “Well, I never have been able to turn down a pretty face before. Sit tight and I’ll be right back. Maybe I’ll even come back with some of the good stuff.” He said with a wink as he pushed himself off the side of the building he had been casually leaning against. “Oh, and you might want to be prepared to run. Just in case.” He quickly added, having no intentions to pay for the booze, before disappearing into the store. 

Sure, he probably could have afforded to actually pay for the alcohol, but the day had been so dull so far, so why not add a little excitement to it? Besides, he was already committing a crime just by getting her alcohol, adding another one to the mix wasn’t going to hurt anything.

Penelope was kind of flabbergasted. “Erm...sweet! Yeah I’m so ready to run.” She didn’t expect him to say yes to getting her booze and to actually walk inside before finding out if she would help pay for it or not just had her amazed. She preferred him doing this over the flirting though. The flirting was a bit much. Still, she stayed put, peering through the window to see how he was doing but looking away every once in a while to not look too suspicious. She hoped he followed through and wasn’t pulling some prank on her. She really just wanted her spiked slushie.

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amxrvnthe‌:

Vidia had to admit, the blue tongue? Really not the image she expected to be greeted by when she thought to actually leave her apartment this afternoon. She was sort of regretting it now. An arched brow appropriately coinciding with her questioning gaze, the dark haired racer queries, “Aren’t you .. twelve or something?” 

It takes a moment or so to wrap her mind around the fact that some child thought well enough of the idea to bother her in the first place. But to bother her with something as ludicrous as her spending her own well-earned cash to supply them with cheap liquor? Not even something worth investing in and potentially spending time behind bars for? She wasn’t tempted in the slightest. “Sorry, kiddo.” She wasn’t, really. “I may be guilty of a lot, but boozing up a minor isn’t on the list. Find someone else.”

“I’m almost twenty-one!” she said with a slight whine. It wasn’t her proudest moment or her most mature. But she hated that everyone thought she was still some dumb kid. She was a dumb young adult. “How old are you even? You can’t be that much older than me. Unless you aren’t older than me at all and that’s really why you’re saying no..” It was possible. Or at least she has seen crazier happen. “I was going to give you the money for it..”

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magdalcnas‌:

“Are you even twenty one?” Magdalena asked, her voice taking on a condescending tone as she peered down at the brightly-haired girl. It was a funny question coming from her, considering most of her free time activities consisted of things against the law, but it wouldn’t stop her from patronizing someone else for it. “I wouldn’t be asking about illegal activities to the daughter of the city manager, if I were you.”

“I could be,” she said stubbornly. She was close enough. And Magdalena didn’t look much older. She was pretty sure she was either Penelope’s age or fifty. At least she acted like she was fifty. “It’s not illegal if you buy it. You are twenty one yourself, right?”