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ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread,

The Losers - Bevchie
"By one of the porches it is," Beverly nodded. "Maybe one of the empty houses?" There seemed to be a lot in that cluster of a development where all the castaways lived, and the last thing they needed was someone coming out and yelling at these kids to get off their lawn. "It'll be as much as we can carry."

Her arms could hold many snowballs, so she got to work building more - packing the snow in between her gloved hands, cheeks already a bit pink from the wind, but distinctly leaving out cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater things like twigs or rocks. She wanted to win, not give Stan or Eddie a black eye or a bloody nose. "Eddie even in a berserker rage will be easy to defeat - just let him hit you but pretend like he really hurt you, he'll let his guard down. So I say we take out Stan first."

Stan wouldn't be swayed by crocodile tears, so it was up to them to plan a sneak attack or something along those lines.