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Before the Cassian Chirstmas Charity
"We need ideas you guys. We are the only club that doesn't have anything yet", Ocean stated, impatient.
The choir was sitting on the floor of the choir room, in a cult like circle, thinking. Every year, Saint Cassian High School would have each school club prepare an event or an activity to raise money for chairty.
Noel cleared his throat. "I mean, I gave you ideas but you didn't wanna do any of them, so if anythi-"
"No one wants to hear your French stripper poetry for Christmas, Noel", Ocean cut the boy off.
"I think it would be quite interesting to hear if I'm completly honest." Ocean's head turned from Noel to Penny like *snap* that. "Penny, don't encourage him sweetie. Ok, let's take a vote. Raise your hand if you would PAY to hear Noel's French poetry as a Christmas gift."
...
"Ricky, Mischa, put your hands down!", Ocean mumbled. Her head turned back to Noel. "Of course your boyfriends would vote yes, but my amazing girlfriends would say otherw-"
"Constance and Penny put their hands up."
Well... damnit.
"Really, guys? You are my girlfriends, and you're siding with this Timothee Chalamet wannabe?!"
"... sorry.", Constance repiled, with slight puppy eyes, which Ocean found adorable.
Ocean sighed. Her head hurts from having to deal with all of this at only 7:28 a.m.
"Guys, it's the last day before holiday break and we all know Mischa mainly uses his phone to either text Talia, or tell me how much I piss him off, and I love Penny, but she keeps trying to EAT her phone, so if we can't get at least an idea by today, we will be the only club without a plan."
"Why does it matter if we have no plan?" Mischa looked up from his phone. "I say, we just sell beer in front of clubs and call it day."
"Right, Mischa, Because nothing bad will happen if a bunch of underadged kids are in front of clubs selling alcohol. Because that's such a smart idea!" Ocean mocked the tough boy.
"Speaking of alcohol, and I mean this in the nicest way possible Mischa, you're starting to slightly get a beer belly. Or... I guess a vodka belly, but that doesn't have as nice as a ring to it.", Penny chimed in, looking up and down at Mischa.
"Yeah. If you keep it up, you're gonna have a Santa stomach..."
Holy. Shihtzu.
Ocean looked up at Mischa and gave him an evil grin, a grin which Mischa knew meant... he was screwed.
"Mischa..."
"No."
"You didn't even know what I was gonna ask."
"I have scary hench."
"Fair."
Penny raised one of her eyebrows. "What are you guys talking about?"
Ocean looked at her confused girlfriend. "Just talking about how you're a genius, my love."
Penny smiled. "I have no idea what you mean by that but thank you!"
Ocean looked back into Mischa's scared eyes.
"So, Mischa..."
"How would you like to be this year's Santa?"