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This was not an issue to Steven, he'd wash whatever glass he found anyway. You could never be too certain with things that went in your mouth. He found two almost-empty glasses in a sticky spot on the counter, and made a face but took them to the sink anyway. "I'll wash, you find something to drink." He wasn't tall enough to search the whole kitchen, and if the amount of snack foods, crumbs and cups on the floor was any indication this place had been fairly well raided already.
Arnaud riffled through the cabinet and found a bottle of sprite untouched. Behind it there was some juice, one apple, the other some cranberry combination. "Juice or soda?" he asked, turning from his tipped toes and hanging on to the lip of the cabinet.
"Soda if you please." He was rather particular when it came to the juices he liked. Certain brands had an altogether unpleasant preservative taste to them, and others were just dreadful out of season regardless of the additives. He found a dishcloth that looked relatively untouched by the other partygoers and dried off the glasses, turning to Arnaud and holding them both out.
He poured the sprite into the glasses and took his. He was still pleasantly drunk and high enough that he wasn't going to add more booze to the mix. "To somebody else's ridiculous birthday party!" he cheered.
Steven raised his glass in turn, not able to actually comment on how ridiculous this party actually was. Though, knowing these people... "To ridiculous." He seriously debated cleaning up the kitchen while it was just him and Arnaud there. It was quite the bombsite with no one else in it; he couldn't imagine what the living room would look like after everyone left. After a moment's thought on the matter, he sighed, and got down on his hands and knees to look for a dustpan and broom under the sink.
Arnaud watched Steven with amusement. "What on earth are you doing?"
"This place is a nightmare. There's food everywhere, and Merlin knows what that sticky stuff is." He located a pump bottle of degreaser and set it up on the sink, head still deep in the cupboard underneath. After some more searching, he retreated with the dustpan and broom he'd been looking for in the first place. He didn't want to be in such a mess, but couldn't just leave it the way it was either. "We'll call it my birthday gift to her."
Arnaud couldn't just stand there while Steven cleaned. He rolled his eyes playfully and found a garbage bag to start picking up the flotsam and jetsam that could be thrown out. "Hell of a party," he said again, thinking they were tidying the kitchen in the middle of it.
"I dread the state of the living room in the morning," Steven said deadpan. "And cannot believe people are voluntarily rolling around in it out there." Just disgusting. He scooted around on his hands and knees, sweeping into the corners and bringing all the stubborn crumbs and stray chips out into the pan. "Her parents are going to kill her," he muttered.
Arnaud riffled through the cabinet and found a bottle of sprite untouched. Behind it there was some juice, one apple, the other some cranberry combination. "Juice or soda?" he asked, turning from his tipped toes and hanging on to the lip of the cabinet.
"Soda if you please." He was rather particular when it came to the juices he liked. Certain brands had an altogether unpleasant preservative taste to them, and others were just dreadful out of season regardless of the additives. He found a dishcloth that looked relatively untouched by the other partygoers and dried off the glasses, turning to Arnaud and holding them both out.
He poured the sprite into the glasses and took his. He was still pleasantly drunk and high enough that he wasn't going to add more booze to the mix. "To somebody else's ridiculous birthday party!" he cheered.
Steven raised his glass in turn, not able to actually comment on how ridiculous this party actually was. Though, knowing these people... "To ridiculous." He seriously debated cleaning up the kitchen while it was just him and Arnaud there. It was quite the bombsite with no one else in it; he couldn't imagine what the living room would look like after everyone left. After a moment's thought on the matter, he sighed, and got down on his hands and knees to look for a dustpan and broom under the sink.
Arnaud watched Steven with amusement. "What on earth are you doing?"
"This place is a nightmare. There's food everywhere, and Merlin knows what that sticky stuff is." He located a pump bottle of degreaser and set it up on the sink, head still deep in the cupboard underneath. After some more searching, he retreated with the dustpan and broom he'd been looking for in the first place. He didn't want to be in such a mess, but couldn't just leave it the way it was either. "We'll call it my birthday gift to her."
Arnaud couldn't just stand there while Steven cleaned. He rolled his eyes playfully and found a garbage bag to start picking up the flotsam and jetsam that could be thrown out. "Hell of a party," he said again, thinking they were tidying the kitchen in the middle of it.
"I dread the state of the living room in the morning," Steven said deadpan. "And cannot believe people are voluntarily rolling around in it out there." Just disgusting. He scooted around on his hands and knees, sweeping into the corners and bringing all the stubborn crumbs and stray chips out into the pan. "Her parents are going to kill her," he muttered.