{Veronica helps out at her university's chili cook-off, gets bored, and decides to text Simon about her team's tent-mates. Edited because Simon can't spell when he's panicked.}
V: Yay for sharing a tent with the drunk frat kids!
V: From the other side of the tent: "Ok, I'm gonna go not sober up."
V: "I knew we should have started the whiskey earlier..."
V: ...they should not be allowed to play with propane tanks and lighters in their present condition! (No one was hurt, but there was a small fireball there...)
S: Oh god are you okay????
V: Yes!! Yes I'm fine! I was standing a few feet away and my shoe got pretty hot for a minute and the pop scared me, but nothing caught fire!
S: :((( god sorry sorry for not being there
V: Dear it's fine! They haven't messed with it since, i'm fine.
S: *hug*
V: *hug* Don't worry, darling. I'm fine. I'm being the booth decoration. :)
V: I'm more worried for them...the girl keeps almost falling into their chili pot.
S: No teachers are in charge??
V: No - we're adults...public school, remember?
S: Ohh...
V: Yes - no church-mandated chaperones. ;)
S: Oh, right.
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