Dean was actually having fun, throwing hadnfuls of food at random people, while sheilding himself with his try. He'd already hit several people directly in the face, and luckly, his was still clean. The only really dirty part of him was his wings, but he didn't really mind, though suddenly he got hit with some food on his pants, whcih was never fun, but he still continued throwing at everyone, secretly hoping one of them was the one who dirtied him the most.
Ember was having the time of her life. Though she'd already been hit a few times, once in her hair, and twice on her pants, she'd scored many more times and in better places. Ducking behind a chair, though that would do little help, she searched for her next victim. She spotted a girl swho'd hid herself underneath a table and a demonic grin grew across Ember's face. Grabbing a hand ful of what she believed was mashed potatoes mixed with some sort of sauce or juice and bits of jell-o, and threw it directly at the girl.
Ember was having the time of her life. Though she'd already been hit a few times, once in her hair, and twice on her pants, she'd scored many more times and in better places. Ducking behind a chair, though that would do little help, she searched for her next victim. She spotted a girl swho'd hid herself underneath a table and a demonic grin grew across Ember's face. Grabbing a hand ful of what she believed was mashed potatoes mixed with some sort of sauce or juice and bits of jell-o, and threw it directly at the girl.