Amy appreciated that Ron was trying to do the math on when the bullet would come back down if he shot it. She didn't have the heart to tell him the gun wasn't loaded, it was a prop, and they were inside.
We're dorks, but like, friendly dorks.
Some people respond to "say cheese!". Ron likes to pretend each picture taken of him represents another way he can kick someone in the nuts.
When you stay late in the party (everyone else was long gone), you're eventually getting mugged.
Late night hugs.
Cowboy Bebop looking a little low budget these days.
This is about as normal as we got.
We spent about 5 minutes trying to get this shot? Worth it? I think Sarah's expression might say it all.
Frennnns.
It was almost midnight. You know, the time you switch to thinking you're classy after a night of drinking.
Having the photo booth to ourselves for so long, the costume mixing and matching became more extreme.
Battle of the tongues.
I never did figure out who grabbed my butt.
Goth Sean emerges.
