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"I've only had a couple," Val exclaimed indignantly.

"You've got your own!" Amber pointed out.

Val tried to steal another of her friend's chips.

Amber chucked the rest of the chips into her mouth. "Oo kan ged dem now!" she said, her mouth full.

Val reached behind herself to pick up a bag of chips.

Amber swallowed her chips. "How're you?"

"Alright, you?" Val asked unnecessarily.

Amber rolled her eyes. "You've asked that already. Several times, in fact. "

Val laughed, blushing slightly.

"So...why the Slaughterhouse?"

"Uh, no clue. Sounded like a 'creepy' spot," Val said, shrugging.

"As long as you're sure," Amber teased.

"It's lovely, don't you think?" Val asked, grinning.

"Yes. It would make for an amazing date. The smell of blood in the air does wonders for the romantic atmosphere," Amber agreed.

"Definitely." Val's grin grew a little wider and her face a little pinker.

Amber looked down to the half-chip that had fallen. "It looks like some sort of valiant soldier-chip who died heroically in battle, don't you think?"

Val giggled. "Sure thing!" She rolled her eyes and then crushed the chip with her finger.

Amber's jaw dropped. "What about his family? You monster!"

"In our stomachs," Val said, falling backwards in an attempt to be dramatic. She laughed, her hair getting in a fresh pool of blood.

"You are a despicable human being," Amber replied stiffly.

((Do you like pop punk, or just really depressing songs in general?))

((Uh, some hard rock, classic rock, and then film score and sort of film score music. You?))

"You ate more chips than I did," Val pointed out, her voice a bit more sarcastic than usual. She hadn't noticed what her hair had gotten into.

((I like punk-y stuff. Punk rock, punk pop, pop punk, punk, etc. I was just wondering because of my recent obsession with this one song in particular that everyone around me refuses to listen to.))

"At least my hair isn't bloody," Amber smirked.

((Cool. What song? And yes, I am offering to listen to it))

"What?" Val exclaimed in alarm, accidentally sending the blood from her spiky hair down onto her face. She shrieked.

((Amber Lynn, by Mayday Parade. Here's a link, if you'd like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GB_tF...
))

Amber fell over laughing, getting part of her hair bloody, too. "Val! It's all your fault!"

"Is not!" Val protested.

"I wouldn't have laughed if you weren't acting so ridiculous!" Amber insisted.

"You made me do it!" Val argued.

"I blame the chip!" Amber proclaimed.

((Just listened to it. It's definitely different from what I listen to it, but it was pretty alright.))

"Alright," Val laughed, offering her hand up for a high-five.

((I'm extremely obsessed with the band that sings that song, though their music usually isn't that acoustic-y. If you doubt my obsession, feel free to ask Caroline or Lily. They'll tell you. It's intense.))

Amber thought for a moment, then high-fived Val.

((Oh? Okay then. I believe you. My favorite group is Epic North. My favorite song by them is Interceptor (and just about every song of theirs, but Interceptor's main theme/melody is awesome) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrCSB... ))

Val grinned, subconsciously scooting closer to Amber.

"Well that was fun," Amber giggled.

Val nodded enthusiastically.

"Got anything else in mind?" Amber askeed.

Val shook her head. "We could go elsewhere if you want."

Amber shrugged. "I dunno. This place is beginning to grow on me, though that may just be the millions of bacteria that are probably in this blood."

Val laughed. "Definitely quiet and still when empty. And creepy. I like it."

"I wonder why that doesn't surprise me," Amber grinned.

"Because you know me?" Val suggested with a smirk. Her eyes shone.

"Probably has something to do with that," Amber replied.

"Probably," she agreed, rolling her eyes.

Amber sighed. "But it's okay. You're a fairly decent person to know."

"Thanks," Val said, her voice halfway between sarcastic and amused.

"You are quite welcome," Amber replied.

Val giggled. "Want to play a game?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"What game?" she queried, thinking up suggestions.

"Truth or dare?" Amber suggested.

"Sure," Val agreed. "Who goes first?"

Amber thought for a moment."You."