theme: fizzy pop
The barbecue was going better than expected.
Benson allowed them to invite some friends over for dinner (but not anyone too wild, or else they were "fired!").
Skips was cooking up hot dogs and slabs of tender chicken on the grill. The smell wafted around the park, making everyone's appetites soar.
Mordecai and Rigby used their invitations for Margaret and Eileen, of course.
Starla was just greeting Muscleman (by French-kissing) when Margaret drove up with Eileen in the passenger seat. "Margaret! Hey," Mordecai called, opening her door for her. "What's up? Need any help?"
"Desperate," Rigby mumbled as he trailed behind him.
"The food's almost ready. Come on, let me introduce you to this guy I was telling you about," Mordecai told her, grabbing her by the wrist.
Rigby was slightly annoyed by how Mordecai was all over Margaret all the time, kissing up to her and whatnot. He'd never sacrifice his dignity for some girl.
Meanwhile, Eileen was digging in the back trunk for a large box of bottles. Perked with interest, Rigby joined his friend at her side.
"Woah. What is that?" he asked, not bothering to offer his help.
She placed them on the ground, the weight of the sodas crushing the grass. Eileen pulled out a bottle and handed it to Rigby.
"WHAT? You got ahold of vintage fizzy soda?!" Eileen grinned in response.
"Wasn't that hard, actually. I got them off of Ebay, the last of its kind," she explained, taking out another A&W root beer.
"Duuude." He cracked the soda open, watching the fizz bubble over. "Aw yeah," Rigby said.
Eileen did the same. "Cheers?" she asked, placing her bottle up in the air.
"Cheers," he answered, raising his glass.
Clink.
Rigby put his mouth to the end, allowing the foamy drink to slide down his throat. He had forgotten how succulent these had tasted.
He turned to Eileen after chugging down the whole bottle.
"I think I love you."