“ okay , i've never been peer pressured into eating glue before nor had i ever peer pressured anyone into doing so —— who the fuck would peer pressure somebody into eating glue anyways ? that's just fucking bizarre . and sure , you might say you're fine right now , but isn't that still dangerous ? like are you sure you're not just gaslighting yourself into thinking that eating glue is fine ? we should probably get you checked or something . ” maybe camille just got lucky she didn't have much peer pressure growing up , and she would like to believe that she could very much stand up for herself and say no to doing things that she shouldn't be doing ( re : eating glue ) but maybe kids tend to be more relentless and it's easier to give in to peer pressure when you're younger . with a tilt of her head , camille gives the other an eye roll before saying , “ all i'm hearing right now is excuses , babe . i don't know who the fuck dragonrider420 or whatever that thing is , but if you're too scared to do this you can just say so . i'm not gonna peer pressure you into it . ” camille has never been the ultimate peer pressurer after all , even if she might seem like she is . “ if anything you were the one trying to poison me with your glue - infused drink , ” she teases , followed by a laugh . “ you can just put it on my tab and throw it out so we can both stay alive , by the way . i promise i won't snitch on you . ”
with phoebe crane, whose mouth is silently constructing eloquent aspersions of the decidedly un-babe-like kind, there is no calm before the storm. there is only the rambling tornado that sends limbs flying into a sign language with no signal for stop, that breaks the fujita scale into the components of a virgin mojito. curse her for thinking camille would understand. then again, if camille couldn’t get behind the extremely real feminist movement of turning fungal overgrowth into a fashion statement, there was no way she’d get the glue-eater tag trending without some real persuasion. if she almost knocks the shot glass over while presenting her case, it’s a happy coincidence that only highlights the passion with which she defends her life and its questionable continuation. ‘ i didn’t do it on purpose! either the wrong-alcohol-putting-inning or the glue eating. you know what peer pressure is, right? i mean, i guess you’re basically the ultimate peer pressurer, but that just means you have a civil duty to drink glue with me whenever you’re done with whatever you’re dressed up for, ‘ she says, scrawling a jumble of digits and decimal points onto the counter with the chipped tip of her fingernail in an attempt to calculate ninety-nine per cent of one hundred. her concentration is broken by the other’s dalliance with negotiation, which phoebe replies to with a grin that’s all incisors. incisors that are also covered in the shiny, fake flavour of expired lip balm. ‘ uh, we’re out of straws. save the turtles, y’know. also, god is a woman, and i dmed her about this whole sitch and she said that i cannot leave my campaigns to the grubby hands of dragonrider420. ‘ in one swift motion that suggests ample history with health inspectors, she brings out a photo of her favourite npc thus far – a grotesque goblin kid with pupils shaped like daggers. ‘ do you really wanna condemn this adorable baby to eternal oblivion? ‘