Evangeline rolled her eyes at Hyland, grabbing the mop and bucket and pushing it toward the house. "What; barf is only partially-digested food and drink...and stomach acid..." She smirked, reverting slowly to her old, nerdy self. When he wriggled his eyebrows, Eve laughed slightly, then watched him scribble out on the wall. In red. "Fine then, Mr. Smarty. I'll clean the puke, you scrape the gibberish from the wall." She tossed her head in the direction of half-written, drunken slurr, and laughed. It was fairly warm out, and she smiled, closing her eyes peacefully as she looked up to the sun. Suddenly, a thought hit her like a freight train, and she looked to Hyland with wide, frightened eyes. "Holy sh*t...what happened to Shawn!?"
(( OOC: And to think...-deletes all of smoochy-smoochy post and rewrites it-
Evangeline: ...I am glad Hyland interupted, for once... o.o ))