i formally apologize for the shitty title. basically this is the
first a capella teams-hosted party of the school year. college kids
are dumb, dipper’s pissed, mabel’s
suspicious, pacifica’s observant, and bill’s an asshole. billdip, mabifica.
“Dude, don’t be so down,” said Jeff cheerfully, smacking Dipper too hard on his back. “It’s a party! Get a little drunk and enjoy yourself for once.”
“Okay, one: ow, two: I’ve been enjoying myself,” Dipper retorted, giving Jeff an irritated look. “Getting so drunk you wake up in a dumpster over at Pomona isn’t my idea of fun.”
“Yeah, but your idea of fun can’t possibly be fucking around in Garageband in the wee hours of the morning, and I know you’ve been doing that, I can hear you singing Ariana Grande to yourself.” Jeff poured himself some beer out of the massive keg that the Sons of Pitches over at Pitzer had bought. “So let loose tonight.” He reached over and ruffled Dipper’s hair. “Let your hair down.”
Dipper smacked his hand away. “Fuck off.” He sighed heavily and hoped the bags under his eyes weren’t too dark. “Okay. Let’s party.”