A nurse who’s not from here. How did you end up here?
He or she will probably be too drunk to notice they’re burning.
I wanted some peace and quiet and I kind of went eenie meenie minie moe and I ended up here. Have to say, it’s quite lovely from what I’ve seen so far.
Well let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that.
Damn, I’m usually good at tricking people, I’m under the influence so I can’t be blamed. Oh, yo hablo español! No I don’t, that’s all I know. Oh, shit, awesome! Uh, aujourd’hui, j’ai eu un croissant et il était trèsdélicieux. Oui.
The fuck is jammie dodgers? Is that some kinda drug?
No one is blaming you, except for those poor, poor forgotten marshmallows. You speak Spa—Ah, I have seen what you’ve done there. ..Did you just—You just… Exactly how much French did you take?
You don’t know what jammie dodgers are? Oh, well, right, I forget that they don’t have them here. It’s a shortbread biscuit with raspberry jam in the middle. They are heaven in your mouth.
Psh yeah, Surprises is my middle name. It’s not actually, that would be a stupid middle name but y’know. I only know as much French as high school told me I should know. What about you, they teach other languages in England right? But they probably teach like fucking Japanese and Egyptian and shit since your education system’s way better than ours.
I didn’t bring any marshmallows. Oh my God. I didn’t bring any marshmallows.
I figured it wasn’t your middle name but I’ll pretend you had me going for a bit, it’s nice to see the mischievous side of you. Even though you’re high and that’s probably the only reason. Uh, not quite. I never learned Japanese or Egyptian. And I only was in England till I was three, then I moved here. I took Spanish in high school but retained barely anything. J’ai également pris français.
I’m sure there are some marshmallows around here somewhere. Unlike jammie dodgers, I’m sure they are easier to find at a bonfire. Let’s have a look, shall we?
Oh my God, say “darling” again. I can’t think of a good measurement for my highness. Like Eiffel Tower high maybe? But less French. A lot less French. Beaucoup moins français. In the years I’ve been at this thing I have never, ever, EVER, fallen into the fire. I just dropped some really delicious marshmallows by accident in there a few times. It was really sad.
What, why? Oh, it’s—It’s just a thing that… Nevermind, it would take too long to explain and I doubt you’d retain whatever I told you anyway. You speak French? You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?
Hopefully you won’t drop any marshmallows this time, then.
I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry. Kidding, I’m not drunk yet, just high. I need you to speak slow because every syllable that comes out of your super English mouth is like angels singing in my ear and I want to enjoy every single bit of it.
A huh, right-o. I totally believe you. You’re hi—Right, I forget people do that. Super English—Okay, darling, how high are you exactly? I suppose you’re going to get crossfaded soon. Just—Don’t fall into the fire, alright?
Are you? Whoa, look at that, something else I’ve learned about you. Gimme more fun facts, and speak slowly.
Speak slow—My good sweet God, are you drunk right now? If I decided to tap you on the shoulder would you fall over?
That someone’s going to fall into the fire by the end of the night.
Well let’s hope not. I mean, I am a nurse but I highly doubt anyone wants to deal with burns.
… Sorry I was caught off guard by how amazingly English you sounded just now.
Well… I am English, so…
This isn’t going to end well.
I’m sorry, what did you just say?
Chicks getting white girl wasted is my favorite thing about this thing.
What did I actually just stumble upon? Is Beacon Hills always this, uh… Pomp and circumstance? Not that a parade is happening but things certainly have been rather lively since I’ve gotten here.