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Things were pretty quiet when Wendy and Robin first rolled up, but the girls got to work helping the guys set up the acoustics and the 'stage' they set up on the patio. Of course, there is the matter of concessions and other forms of consumables that would really make the party rocking.

So, as the sun set beneath the treeline, the house buzzes with activity from the small gathering of a couple dozen close friends. Wendy looks over the balcony, tapping her fingers to the pumping beat of some song someone was playing—an opening act before the band. She dresses in a way that would make James Dean proud: black leather biker jacket, white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and classic black dress shoes.

Someone gets the finishing touches of the bonfire ready, and the rest of the band walks up beside her, instruments in hand. Jake steps up in front and shouts. “Alright, let's get this going, everyone!

Though they play entirely on acoustic instruments, they still play with all the passion and excitement that Robin has come to love from their band. Jake takes the lead on his guitar, his fingers and his voice like an angel to her. Wendy backs him up with the base, giving quick looks over the crowd, lingering on Robin every now and then and giving the girl a nod. Roy, meanwhile, nails the drums, especially during his long solo. It's all quite intimate, as everyong can not only hear the passion in their playing, but can see it on their faces, glowing dimly in the light of the bonfire. The place is packed, but it doesn't feel like a nameless crowd at all.

Robin sits in the front, of course, switched out of her dress and in a tight white t-shirt and form-fitting red velvet long pants. Her sockless feet rest comfortably in her rich gold shoes, completely unbreathable and getting quite warm in the fire. Though, does it really matter? This is fashion, and it looks great glowing off of the flames.

But she isn't alone in her seat. She's sitting in the lap of Jake's sister. The older woman taps her foot to the beat, but her eyes are focused on the blond in front of her. “You know, I always wished Jake was a little sister," she had confided in Robin earlier. “Maybe we could do sisterly things sometime. Ever consider that?"

“Sure! Wanna braid my hair?" the blond asked.

“You know what? I'd love to!"

And so, that's what she's doing. Those lovely golden locks so smooth and straight, they

are the perfect canvas from which to make a masterpiece. Once done, she gives the girl a nice big hug from behind, which Robin reciprocates with a giggling squeal.

All-in-all, it is a perfect night with friends and, well, family!

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The night passes, and everyone has a good time. The band makes sure that everything

is cleaned up, making the night nice and relaxing.

And when the sun rises, the first to get up is Jake, who lounges back in his sleep

pajamas and nothing else. Nothing beats a breakfast of eggs and pot. And nothing beats the view. The floor-to-ceiling window isn't bad, either.

No, the real view is Robin, who, of course, got out of her clothes when Roy left, leaving only Wendy and Jake to see her in all of her glory. This morning, she pads across the floor and goes straight for the window, placing her hands upon the glass and leaning in to take on the morning sights.

Wendy emerges from the bedroom, smirking when she sees the wondrous form distracted by the window. Jake takes a puff, glancing over at the two and holding back a laugh. The punk, wearing button up pjs with matching pants, sneaks up behind the blond and wraps her arms right around her waist and then presses her lips against the nape of Robin's neck.

“Yeeep!" Robin jumps, but Wendy has her in too much of a hold to let the blond go.

“Oh, no you don't. You don't escape the morning raspberry!" Wendy says, her fingers curling into Robin's sides, solidifying her tickle death grip.

Jake rolls his eyes at the silly display, but a buzzing on the table. It's coming from Robin's phone.

He glances up to the two, seeing Wendy burying her face in the other side of Robin's neck. He then grabs the phone and looks at it. A text message sits on her notifications. “Call me. U still owe me a favor. - Jim M."

“Yo... who's Jim M.?"

Robin pushes Wendy away, pushing her feet against the punk's legs to climb out of the pile Wendy has her in. She swipes her phone and giggles. “No one for you to worry about, silly."

She rushes off away from the others, leaving them to stare at each other with puzzled expressions. Finally alone in a dark room, she takes a deep breath, makes the call, and asks in a serious tone neither her boyfriend nor roomate heard before. “Okay, Dweeb... what do you want now?"