7th Tactic [Phone + Action; 75% Droned]

[ phone; filtered to 'the gang'... whatever and whoever the heck Caesar Malfoy's friends are in lovely Dronefield. More than likely around high school age, it could really be anyone. ]

Guys, I've found where we're watching the fireworks from this year. Hope none of you are afraid of heights.

Oh, and I've gotten us a bunch of firecrackers. I was thinking we could deliver them to a few mailboxes to celebrate this great nation before it gets too dark.

[Because America is all about blowing up other people's stuff, okay? What a brat.]

Anyway, we're still meeting at the park. If anyone needs a ride, I'll have the car today.

[ action ]

[He'll be hanging out at his house a little while longer before heading out to the picnic. A few mailboxes or other lawn ornaments might meet the unfortunate fate of firecrackers between point A and point B, but his final destination is the street bordering the town's lovely park. He's just chilling while he waits, seated on the hood of his car -- well, his "dad's" car, really, but c'mon! -- and waiting.]