ʙᴇᴠ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mollyringwald) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Parties sometimes made Beverly a bit twitchy, though she'd already gone for the cigarette break outside - it might be bad form to take another this soon. So she decided to make herself useful and restock the vegetable tray - the dick cheese tray, she wasn't touching that since it was Richie's creation, so. Veggies it was.
Her feet had also started hurting so she took her heels off and stashed them someplace, however, if anyone made any barefoot + kitchen jokes, she'd stab them with the knife she was currently using to chop up fresh veggies from her new favorite garden - cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, carrots, cauliflower, with that blob of ranch dressing right in the middle because coating raw veggies in the stuff seemed to make people more amenable to eating them.
There, tray done - she slid it into her hands, turning to head back into the living room, when SLAM - right into a certain Hanukkah-sweatered Loser, and Bev nearly dropped the tray. It wobbled, but she caught it just in time, luckily. "Jesus, Stan - " She chuckled breathlessly. "You need to wear a bell or something."