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you got this
baker boy
Aiden
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Rush Finley
Rush was grumpy as fuck. Usually women didn’t get under his skin, he never let them, but this Victoria bitch wouldn’t leave him alone, on top of just straight up annoying Him. It was one thing to sleep together and then never talk again, that had been his plan, but it was another to message him a few days after and pretend it never happened. Usually women begged for him to give them attention after sleeping together, but she went the opposite route and that drove him insane. He didn’t think about women anymore, he just fucked and left. But for some reason this woman was just in his mind constantly after their night together. He hated it.
So, blocking her felt like some sort of relief. It was perfect that he could stop thinking about her now. Women were selfish, they got what they wanted and just left. His ex got the marriage, the kid (And lost it), his heart, and then she just left and took it all with her. Everything he worked hard for, for them to have a beautiful life together, was just gone. Which is why he now currently sat in his back yard at the trailer park, working on people busted up vehicles to just make a dime. She took it all from him.
And the blocking, plus his work, plus the rock music blasting through the radio almost had his mind completely distracted from Victoria, until he heard the screeching accent and banging echoing through the yard from the front of the house. The man dropped his head back on the creeper, a groan escaping from his mouth. That fucking bitch. Who was she to disrupt his work? Angrily, he rolled out from underneath the car and tossed the tools He was holding to the side before he grabbed a grease covered towel to start wiping his hands off as he made his way through the fence to the front.
He stood quietly for a moment, letting the girl go on her tangent before he finally spoke up, “you break that, you owe me a new door.” He said, tossing the towel into the back yard, “if you wanted more you could have just asked politely instead of making a big commotion in front of all my neighbours.” He said, holding his arm out to do a dramatic sweep of the people peaking out of their windows. “Come on.” He said, taking her arm as he opened the front door to lead her in, not much caring if his blackened hands left marks on her clothes. She was rich enough to replace them just fine, “mind telling me what the fuck you want?” He asked, though his tone and facial expression now showed just how seething he was.
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fieldofclover
Rush was grumpy as fuck. Usually women didn’t get under his skin, he never let them, but this Victoria bitch wouldn’t leave him alone, on top of just straight up annoying Him. It was one thing to sleep together and then never talk again, that had been his plan, but it was another to message him a few days after and pretend it never happened. Usually women begged for him to give them attention after sleeping together, but she went the opposite route and that drove him insane. He didn’t think about women anymore, he just fucked and left. But for some reason this woman was just in his mind constantly after their night together. He hated it.
So, blocking her felt like some sort of relief. It was perfect that he could stop thinking about her now. Women were selfish, they got what they wanted and just left. His ex got the marriage, the kid (And lost it), his heart, and then she just left and took it all with her. Everything he worked hard for, for them to have a beautiful life together, was just gone. Which is why he now currently sat in his back yard at the trailer park, working on people busted up vehicles to just make a dime. She took it all from him.
And the blocking, plus his work, plus the rock music blasting through the radio almost had his mind completely distracted from Victoria, until he heard the screeching accent and banging echoing through the yard from the front of the house. The man dropped his head back on the creeper, a groan escaping from his mouth. That fucking bitch. Who was she to disrupt his work? Angrily, he rolled out from underneath the car and tossed the tools He was holding to the side before he grabbed a grease covered towel to start wiping his hands off as he made his way through the fence to the front.
He stood quietly for a moment, letting the girl go on her tangent before he finally spoke up, “you break that, you owe me a new door.” He said, tossing the towel into the back yard, “if you wanted more you could have just asked politely instead of making a big commotion in front of all my neighbours.” He said, holding his arm out to do a dramatic sweep of the people peaking out of their windows. “Come on.” He said, taking her arm as he opened the front door to lead her in, not much caring if his blackened hands left marks on her clothes. She was rich enough to replace them just fine, “mind telling me what the fuck you want?” He asked, though his tone and facial expression now showed just how seething he was.
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Calla Carlton
Calla smiled at Nico’s energy as he pulled her close and pulled out the baggie of drugs. The idea made her somewhat nervous, but they had talked about it over text and he assured her that it was safe and that he would keep her safe. So, Calla took the pill and water bottle from Nico, popping the pill into her mouth before using the water to wash it down. She had googled what the drug did, and it said hallucinations but also said it heightened senses which made it fun for music festivals, which is what they were at.
First and foremost, she wanted food. The internet said it takes a bit to kick in, so they could probably get some food in them before it did. She chose a simple pretzel and cheese, quickly scarfing it down with a Soda. When the music started up, Calla dragged Nico over to where one of the bands was playing and began to dance. She could hardly tell that the drugs were starting to kick in until she singer began to move around like a worm. “Woah! How does she move like that!” She asked excitedly and clung to Nico’s arm.
From there, the effects of the drug only began to get worse, as she music began to sound louder, the lights became brighter, and could she actually taste cotton candy in the air? Surely not, but Calla had no clue. Either way, she was having a blast. Is this why Nico did so many drugs? Because at the moment for Calla, nothing felt like it was real. Eventually when her legs grew tired, she made her way over to where a bunch of people were sitting and took a seat in the grass. She felt thirsty, like she had actually taken a large bite of beach sand, “do you have more water?” She asked Nico, and when he handed it to her she took a few gulps.
From where she was sitting, the grass began to morph into feathers and they ticked her legs, making her giggle. “Wait! I drank all the water…” She said with a small pout and looked up at him, “I’m sorry.” She said, though her emotion quickly changed as the feathers tickled her again, and she giggled, “These feathers have to stop tickling me!” She said and pulled her knees up to wrap her arms around them to protect her legs from the feathers.
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Calla smiled at Nico’s energy as he pulled her close and pulled out the baggie of drugs. The idea made her somewhat nervous, but they had talked about it over text and he assured her that it was safe and that he would keep her safe. So, Calla took the pill and water bottle from Nico, popping the pill into her mouth before using the water to wash it down. She had googled what the drug did, and it said hallucinations but also said it heightened senses which made it fun for music festivals, which is what they were at.
First and foremost, she wanted food. The internet said it takes a bit to kick in, so they could probably get some food in them before it did. She chose a simple pretzel and cheese, quickly scarfing it down with a Soda. When the music started up, Calla dragged Nico over to where one of the bands was playing and began to dance. She could hardly tell that the drugs were starting to kick in until she singer began to move around like a worm. “Woah! How does she move like that!” She asked excitedly and clung to Nico’s arm.
From there, the effects of the drug only began to get worse, as she music began to sound louder, the lights became brighter, and could she actually taste cotton candy in the air? Surely not, but Calla had no clue. Either way, she was having a blast. Is this why Nico did so many drugs? Because at the moment for Calla, nothing felt like it was real. Eventually when her legs grew tired, she made her way over to where a bunch of people were sitting and took a seat in the grass. She felt thirsty, like she had actually taken a large bite of beach sand, “do you have more water?” She asked Nico, and when he handed it to her she took a few gulps.
From where she was sitting, the grass began to morph into feathers and they ticked her legs, making her giggle. “Wait! I drank all the water…” She said with a small pout and looked up at him, “I’m sorry.” She said, though her emotion quickly changed as the feathers tickled her again, and she giggled, “These feathers have to stop tickling me!” She said and pulled her knees up to wrap her arms around them to protect her legs from the feathers.
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Qwertycakes
vixe
you got this
spoiled
Claire
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fieldofclover
tis the damn season
vixe
you got this
beach babe
Ava
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Not Meat
Daddy is a state of mind
Scarlett Faust
Scarlett rolled her eyes at Owens remarks about the makeup. She knew that he would complain about it but he would have to deal with it anyway since he was the one who pissed off Daniel somehow. The bruising wasn't just going to disappear over an hour. As Owen complained, Scar shook her head and grabbed his chin to he would stop moving. "You're not going to look like a girl. Calm down. I'm just matching your skin tone and covering this nasty bruise. Stop complaining and stop moving or else I will make you look like a drag queen." It was an empty threat, of course. Scarlett was too kind to do anything of the sort to someone, especially someone she cared about. Even though Owen acted like a douche Scar could feel it in her gut that there was a kind person in there. Owens makeup didn't take too long to do and Scars was simple enough that she didn't take long herself.
As they got ready to go, Scarlett once again rolled her eyes at Owen as he denied her offer to tent together, "Suit yourself. Tenting isn't so bad, though. Especially not when you've got one like mine. I've gotten pretty efficient at setting it up but it still takes like an hour and a half to set it up. It's basically glamping." Scar let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. Her tent was luxury. It had a hard floor and a comfy bed that took up most of the space in her trunk. It had two private rooms and a shared space. If she wasn't going to be sharing it she would set up her personal girly items in one room and have the bedroom ready for hookups. The best part is she could lock it up and it was unlikely that anyone would break into it. Scar also covered it with a rough looking tarp so it didn't look like much on the outside. Scarlett had been to enough festivals to know to not leave anything that she didn't want stolen left unattended. "No that's okay. There's probably not enough room in your car for all my stuff. I'm lucky that I have an SUV for all my shit." Scar picked up her duffel bag and head to the door. She waited for Owen to exit her apartment before closing up and locking the door behind her.
"Oh and by the way my hair spray doesn't have a smell. I smell good already I don't need any extra scent. I'll meet you there, though. I have to enter on the other side but if you meet me by the tenting area we can eat some mushrooms and I'll set up my stuff while we wait for it to kick in." Scarlett got into her car and pulled out of her parking spot. She head toward the festival and excitedly planned in her head what she wanted to do while she was at the festival. The different spots that she wanted to check out and the people that she was going to meet. She found it kind of funny that Owen didn't want to stay the night. That was when hookups happened the most, really. Scar would likely end up hooking up with e few people before the night was over. She knew it. It happened the last time that she went to a festival and likely would happen again. It was just a matter of who and when, really.
Scarlett pulled into the camping side of the festival grounds and started unloading her things. She knew the set up of her tent would take at least an hour and a half and that if she wanted to get as much hang out time in as possible she should set up as soon as she got there. Scar started setting up her tent, making sure that everything was as well put together as she could get it by herself. Usually she had someone with her to help out but Scarlett didn't expect that Owen would help her at all.
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fieldofclover
Scarlett rolled her eyes at Owens remarks about the makeup. She knew that he would complain about it but he would have to deal with it anyway since he was the one who pissed off Daniel somehow. The bruising wasn't just going to disappear over an hour. As Owen complained, Scar shook her head and grabbed his chin to he would stop moving. "You're not going to look like a girl. Calm down. I'm just matching your skin tone and covering this nasty bruise. Stop complaining and stop moving or else I will make you look like a drag queen." It was an empty threat, of course. Scarlett was too kind to do anything of the sort to someone, especially someone she cared about. Even though Owen acted like a douche Scar could feel it in her gut that there was a kind person in there. Owens makeup didn't take too long to do and Scars was simple enough that she didn't take long herself.
As they got ready to go, Scarlett once again rolled her eyes at Owen as he denied her offer to tent together, "Suit yourself. Tenting isn't so bad, though. Especially not when you've got one like mine. I've gotten pretty efficient at setting it up but it still takes like an hour and a half to set it up. It's basically glamping." Scar let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. Her tent was luxury. It had a hard floor and a comfy bed that took up most of the space in her trunk. It had two private rooms and a shared space. If she wasn't going to be sharing it she would set up her personal girly items in one room and have the bedroom ready for hookups. The best part is she could lock it up and it was unlikely that anyone would break into it. Scar also covered it with a rough looking tarp so it didn't look like much on the outside. Scarlett had been to enough festivals to know to not leave anything that she didn't want stolen left unattended. "No that's okay. There's probably not enough room in your car for all my stuff. I'm lucky that I have an SUV for all my shit." Scar picked up her duffel bag and head to the door. She waited for Owen to exit her apartment before closing up and locking the door behind her.
"Oh and by the way my hair spray doesn't have a smell. I smell good already I don't need any extra scent. I'll meet you there, though. I have to enter on the other side but if you meet me by the tenting area we can eat some mushrooms and I'll set up my stuff while we wait for it to kick in." Scarlett got into her car and pulled out of her parking spot. She head toward the festival and excitedly planned in her head what she wanted to do while she was at the festival. The different spots that she wanted to check out and the people that she was going to meet. She found it kind of funny that Owen didn't want to stay the night. That was when hookups happened the most, really. Scar would likely end up hooking up with e few people before the night was over. She knew it. It happened the last time that she went to a festival and likely would happen again. It was just a matter of who and when, really.
Scarlett pulled into the camping side of the festival grounds and started unloading her things. She knew the set up of her tent would take at least an hour and a half and that if she wanted to get as much hang out time in as possible she should set up as soon as she got there. Scar started setting up her tent, making sure that everything was as well put together as she could get it by herself. Usually she had someone with her to help out but Scarlett didn't expect that Owen would help her at all.
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Not Meat
Daddy is a state of mind
Brittany Avidan
Britt was excited to work with Aiden. Really she was just excited to see him and spend the evening with him. Being around Aiden seemed to make her pain go away. Like he was the missing piece she needed to make her feel whole again. Of course Bri knew that even if she did have feelings for Aiden that it was unlikely that he would feel the same way. They had been friends so long Britt was worried that Aiden would look at her differently if she did admit to how she felt that it would ruin their friendship. So instead of admitting that she was falling for her best friend, Britt pushed through and focused on what she was doing. And at that moment she was putting on an apron so she could help Aiden with the bakery booth. Bri started busying herself and helping out while Aiden drank from his water bottle. "Oh it's okay. I'm sorry I'm a little late. You know me. I'm always losing track of time."
"Hmm? Oh. Don;t worry about Rupert. He's just a little crab that I found caught in a plastic bag on the shore. I think he decided to be my friend because he kept following me so I took him home." Britt smiled at the person in front of her and thanked them for coming before turning to Aiden, "Looks like the festival is going to be busy. Is it just you and I tonight or is your dad going to come by? I want to show him pictures of Rupert." Brittany loved Aidens parents and his parents loved her. Bri was a good influence on Aiden when they were younger. She always had her homework done and was extremely polite. It probably also helped that Leddy always bought any bakery items they needed from them. Partly because of Bri and Aidens friendship but also because they made some of the best bakery products in Rosemary Beach. Bri and Aidens friendship was strong even without their parents intrusions, though. Britt would tell Aiden and Brook anything on her mind and knew she could truly rely on them for anything.
Even the death of her fiance couldn't break their friendship. Even though she had been in so much pain and just wanted to push them away and crawl into a hole and die. Aiden and Brook pulled her out of that darkness and brought her out into the world again. They saved her from falling into a deep depression and potentially doing something that she would surely regret. Aiden had gotten so good at talking Bri down any time she made a radical decision. Even though sometimes she was too far gone to change her mind. Britt knew that if she had ever made the wrong decision he would be there for her. It was one of the things she loved about him. He was dependable and he knew her better than she knew herself. Her heart fluttered every time she looked at him and it made her hopeful that one day she would be well enough to fall in love again. even if that person wouldn't be Aiden. It would still be better than wallowing in her pain.
"Maybe later we can check out some of the festival while we are here. I heard there's supposed to be some really good artists playing. Ooooh or we could come tomorrow and hang? It's not really our style but it could be fun to see some live music. I also heard that there is supposed to be some really neat venders here." Brittany gave Aiden a soft smile then turned back to what she was doing.
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Britt was excited to work with Aiden. Really she was just excited to see him and spend the evening with him. Being around Aiden seemed to make her pain go away. Like he was the missing piece she needed to make her feel whole again. Of course Bri knew that even if she did have feelings for Aiden that it was unlikely that he would feel the same way. They had been friends so long Britt was worried that Aiden would look at her differently if she did admit to how she felt that it would ruin their friendship. So instead of admitting that she was falling for her best friend, Britt pushed through and focused on what she was doing. And at that moment she was putting on an apron so she could help Aiden with the bakery booth. Bri started busying herself and helping out while Aiden drank from his water bottle. "Oh it's okay. I'm sorry I'm a little late. You know me. I'm always losing track of time."
"Hmm? Oh. Don;t worry about Rupert. He's just a little crab that I found caught in a plastic bag on the shore. I think he decided to be my friend because he kept following me so I took him home." Britt smiled at the person in front of her and thanked them for coming before turning to Aiden, "Looks like the festival is going to be busy. Is it just you and I tonight or is your dad going to come by? I want to show him pictures of Rupert." Brittany loved Aidens parents and his parents loved her. Bri was a good influence on Aiden when they were younger. She always had her homework done and was extremely polite. It probably also helped that Leddy always bought any bakery items they needed from them. Partly because of Bri and Aidens friendship but also because they made some of the best bakery products in Rosemary Beach. Bri and Aidens friendship was strong even without their parents intrusions, though. Britt would tell Aiden and Brook anything on her mind and knew she could truly rely on them for anything.
Even the death of her fiance couldn't break their friendship. Even though she had been in so much pain and just wanted to push them away and crawl into a hole and die. Aiden and Brook pulled her out of that darkness and brought her out into the world again. They saved her from falling into a deep depression and potentially doing something that she would surely regret. Aiden had gotten so good at talking Bri down any time she made a radical decision. Even though sometimes she was too far gone to change her mind. Britt knew that if she had ever made the wrong decision he would be there for her. It was one of the things she loved about him. He was dependable and he knew her better than she knew herself. Her heart fluttered every time she looked at him and it made her hopeful that one day she would be well enough to fall in love again. even if that person wouldn't be Aiden. It would still be better than wallowing in her pain.
"Maybe later we can check out some of the festival while we are here. I heard there's supposed to be some really good artists playing. Ooooh or we could come tomorrow and hang? It's not really our style but it could be fun to see some live music. I also heard that there is supposed to be some really neat venders here." Brittany gave Aiden a soft smile then turned back to what she was doing.
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Rush Finley
Rush narrowed his eyes at the girl when the threatened to sue, but he didn’t give a shit about that. What he cared about was that the was yelling at him about whatever wishwash. Girl? “Honey, I got chicks lined up out my door, you’re gonna have to be more specific…” He trailed off, curious as to what exactly she was talking about. Did someone in town tell her about his ex? His little girl? He had no idea.
Panic ran through the man as he studied Tori, “I don’t know who you think you are, to show up at my place, bang on my door, yell at me when I’m just trying to get my work done, but if you don’t cut to the chase of what you’re trying to insinuate I’m gonna be dragging your ass out of here.” He told her, his tone Was now getting more and more angry.
There wasn’t a lot of people in the world who made Rush mad, because he simply chose to ignore them most of the time, but this bitch, coming to his house with that annoying ass accent was about to tip him over the edge. So, he walked away from her and to the little kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge, popping it open on the side of the counter. The liquid gold almost instantly made him calm down some, but his heart was still beating out of his chest.
If someone in town had told Tori about April and Liza, he would hunt them down. He had liked the idea of Tori not knowing. Not showing sympathy, or sadness toward him. He got enough of that on the daily by simply going to the grocery store, or to pick up new jeans. No matter where he went he got those “I’m so sorry” looks. It was a miracle to him when he came across someone who didn’t know. But, somehow they always found out.
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fieldofclover
Rush narrowed his eyes at the girl when the threatened to sue, but he didn’t give a shit about that. What he cared about was that the was yelling at him about whatever wishwash. Girl? “Honey, I got chicks lined up out my door, you’re gonna have to be more specific…” He trailed off, curious as to what exactly she was talking about. Did someone in town tell her about his ex? His little girl? He had no idea.
Panic ran through the man as he studied Tori, “I don’t know who you think you are, to show up at my place, bang on my door, yell at me when I’m just trying to get my work done, but if you don’t cut to the chase of what you’re trying to insinuate I’m gonna be dragging your ass out of here.” He told her, his tone Was now getting more and more angry.
There wasn’t a lot of people in the world who made Rush mad, because he simply chose to ignore them most of the time, but this bitch, coming to his house with that annoying ass accent was about to tip him over the edge. So, he walked away from her and to the little kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge, popping it open on the side of the counter. The liquid gold almost instantly made him calm down some, but his heart was still beating out of his chest.
If someone in town had told Tori about April and Liza, he would hunt them down. He had liked the idea of Tori not knowing. Not showing sympathy, or sadness toward him. He got enough of that on the daily by simply going to the grocery store, or to pick up new jeans. No matter where he went he got those “I’m so sorry” looks. It was a miracle to him when he came across someone who didn’t know. But, somehow they always found out.
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fieldofclover
r e i
-- the lost king --
Carter Kingston
"My home. My family."
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Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Sienna Haven and Oceanna Wolff
Sienna frowned slightly at Claire's confession of struggling with the town, she wasn't all that surprised, and honestly Sienna would be in the same boat as Claire if Oceanna hadn't moved to Rosemary Beach with Sie. It broke her heart to see Claire struggling so badly. If their stupid dad hadn't gotten the family in this situation if the first place, then maybe they would all be happy and fine back home. But of course, you can't get everything that you want.
After Sie had shown Claire her work, she hadn't been expecting what came out of the girl's mouth. "What the fuck Claire?" She asked the tone of her voice dropping all of its excitement. She wanted to argue back so bad, she knew Claire did all of this shit for attention, to gain a reaction. But Sie wasn't going to raise her voice, she wasn't going to give Claire that satisfaction. "I fucking tried with you, bringing you here. But when we get home, I'm done." She said and stood up, purposefully knocking Claire's drink out of her hand and into her lap as she did so before quickly leaving the VIP area, just as Oce walked back up with dilated pupils, "just watch so she doesn't get herself killed or something, I'll be back later." She said to her friend on her way out.
The festival was packed, and Sie had no clue what to do. She had tears welled in her eyes as she zig-zagged around people. She wasn't hungry or thirsty, and she sure as hell wasn't about to black out from whatever drugs were floating around the festival. So, she made her way to the merch tents. There was nothing of interest to her as she went one by one, looking for things to stop herself from crying until she eventually found Cyrus' tattoo booth.
From what it looked like it was just him working on the partiers and she knew it was supposed to be him and one of the others. Pushing her way passed the line, she gave him a somewhat confused look, "What happened to Ramona?" She asked, going to grab a pair of gloves and sit down at one of the stools. Though her cheeks were still tinted red from holding in her tears, this was just what she needed to get her mind off Claire. The first customer came up to her, showed her the design, and she got right to work.
It wasn't hard for Oceanna to find drugs. Every other person was passing some out, dealing, and whatever. The whole array was hard to choose from, but the girl settled on Molly from this dude named Nico. She took it immediately and began wandering through the festival, waiting for the drug to kick in before she returned to Claire and Sie. It is what she would need to get through this weekend with them both.
Oceanna was just about to wander back up when she heard the snide comments from Claire, directed toward Sie. And she waited until their little fight was over before she went past the rope and Sie asked her to make sure Claire wouldn't die or something, "fine but you owe me." She said with an eye roll and went to stand in front of Claire, "Couldn't bite your tongue for one weekend could you?" She asked, taking a seat across the little coffee table from Claire, crossing one leg over the other.
The girl was high as hell, but she did her best to focus on whatever Claire was saying, "I think, you need to chill the fuck out. I don't know what you gain from your little quips at everyone, but it certainly isn't respect." She said, grabbing one of the water bottles and opened it, taking a long drink. She'd been to a few festivals where she was too high to remember water. Those festivals sucked. "So what do you wanna do besides sitting here, being a bitch." She asked, already bored from just hanging out in the VIP area.
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vixe
Sienna frowned slightly at Claire's confession of struggling with the town, she wasn't all that surprised, and honestly Sienna would be in the same boat as Claire if Oceanna hadn't moved to Rosemary Beach with Sie. It broke her heart to see Claire struggling so badly. If their stupid dad hadn't gotten the family in this situation if the first place, then maybe they would all be happy and fine back home. But of course, you can't get everything that you want.
After Sie had shown Claire her work, she hadn't been expecting what came out of the girl's mouth. "What the fuck Claire?" She asked the tone of her voice dropping all of its excitement. She wanted to argue back so bad, she knew Claire did all of this shit for attention, to gain a reaction. But Sie wasn't going to raise her voice, she wasn't going to give Claire that satisfaction. "I fucking tried with you, bringing you here. But when we get home, I'm done." She said and stood up, purposefully knocking Claire's drink out of her hand and into her lap as she did so before quickly leaving the VIP area, just as Oce walked back up with dilated pupils, "just watch so she doesn't get herself killed or something, I'll be back later." She said to her friend on her way out.
The festival was packed, and Sie had no clue what to do. She had tears welled in her eyes as she zig-zagged around people. She wasn't hungry or thirsty, and she sure as hell wasn't about to black out from whatever drugs were floating around the festival. So, she made her way to the merch tents. There was nothing of interest to her as she went one by one, looking for things to stop herself from crying until she eventually found Cyrus' tattoo booth.
From what it looked like it was just him working on the partiers and she knew it was supposed to be him and one of the others. Pushing her way passed the line, she gave him a somewhat confused look, "What happened to Ramona?" She asked, going to grab a pair of gloves and sit down at one of the stools. Though her cheeks were still tinted red from holding in her tears, this was just what she needed to get her mind off Claire. The first customer came up to her, showed her the design, and she got right to work.
It wasn't hard for Oceanna to find drugs. Every other person was passing some out, dealing, and whatever. The whole array was hard to choose from, but the girl settled on Molly from this dude named Nico. She took it immediately and began wandering through the festival, waiting for the drug to kick in before she returned to Claire and Sie. It is what she would need to get through this weekend with them both.
Oceanna was just about to wander back up when she heard the snide comments from Claire, directed toward Sie. And she waited until their little fight was over before she went past the rope and Sie asked her to make sure Claire wouldn't die or something, "fine but you owe me." She said with an eye roll and went to stand in front of Claire, "Couldn't bite your tongue for one weekend could you?" She asked, taking a seat across the little coffee table from Claire, crossing one leg over the other.
The girl was high as hell, but she did her best to focus on whatever Claire was saying, "I think, you need to chill the fuck out. I don't know what you gain from your little quips at everyone, but it certainly isn't respect." She said, grabbing one of the water bottles and opened it, taking a long drink. She'd been to a few festivals where she was too high to remember water. Those festivals sucked. "So what do you wanna do besides sitting here, being a bitch." She asked, already bored from just hanging out in the VIP area.
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Daniel Charter
Daniel threw his arm around the girl after she confirmed she was ready to party, and began to make his way over to the beer garden where people were already drinking and buzzing around with excitement. It was just the right atmosphere for Daniel to thrive in. After getting their wristbands that confirmed they were over 21, Daniel led Ava to order themselves some drinks. He ordered himself a simple beer, but it was hot out and the drink was cold so he didn't care what it was as long as he was "hydrated".
The man led Ava over to the VIP area and took a seat, pulling her onto his lap, "So, I think this is a perfect opportunity for you to start telling me about yourself. Where you grew up, what's your favorite color, position in bed..." He joked with a laugh and looked up at her. He could see she was somewhat uncomfortable, so, he decided to chat away about himself, "I was the class clown, didn't have any hopes to go to college with the grades I had. I always loved surfing though, so my parents helped me buy the shop. It was all run down and rotted from the sea air. So I built it all back up myself." He said with a smile, "though I think renovations will have to be put on hold for a bit." He said, dramatically showing his sprained hand.
"I would like to say though, sometimes my filter is off... So if I say anything that makes you uncomfy or mad then just tell me." He said to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. After finishing off a couple of drinks he eventually stood and stretched, "wanna venture back out? See what the festival has to offer. I heard there's tattoos, little local shops, all that set up here." He told her with a smile and set the empty beer bottle down, "I think I would like a tattoo." He said with a grin and began to lead the girl to the booths.
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Daniel threw his arm around the girl after she confirmed she was ready to party, and began to make his way over to the beer garden where people were already drinking and buzzing around with excitement. It was just the right atmosphere for Daniel to thrive in. After getting their wristbands that confirmed they were over 21, Daniel led Ava to order themselves some drinks. He ordered himself a simple beer, but it was hot out and the drink was cold so he didn't care what it was as long as he was "hydrated".
The man led Ava over to the VIP area and took a seat, pulling her onto his lap, "So, I think this is a perfect opportunity for you to start telling me about yourself. Where you grew up, what's your favorite color, position in bed..." He joked with a laugh and looked up at her. He could see she was somewhat uncomfortable, so, he decided to chat away about himself, "I was the class clown, didn't have any hopes to go to college with the grades I had. I always loved surfing though, so my parents helped me buy the shop. It was all run down and rotted from the sea air. So I built it all back up myself." He said with a smile, "though I think renovations will have to be put on hold for a bit." He said, dramatically showing his sprained hand.
"I would like to say though, sometimes my filter is off... So if I say anything that makes you uncomfy or mad then just tell me." He said to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. After finishing off a couple of drinks he eventually stood and stretched, "wanna venture back out? See what the festival has to offer. I heard there's tattoos, little local shops, all that set up here." He told her with a smile and set the empty beer bottle down, "I think I would like a tattoo." He said with a grin and began to lead the girl to the booths.
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Eloise Evermore
Eloise felt like shit. Plain and simple. Where this cold came from? She had no clue, but she suspected that it was one of the other cart girls at work. Like Eloise, some of them had no choice but to work. Even if they were sick. So, here Eloise was, wrestling a kitten as she tried to bathe the cat food off its body. With her head hurting, her nose running, and her arms now clawed to death, one might look at Eloise like she was the opposite of having her life under control.
Plus, Isa still hadn't talked to her since the day she and Ryan went on their date. So her emotions were all over the place. Isa had been her guide to getting out of the trailer park, getting a job, and building her life. Without her, Eloise felt lost. At least she had Ryan at her side making her feel better through it all.
But none of this got Pumpkin to stop clawing at her arms as she poured one more scoop of water over the kitten to get the soap off. Despite these war efforts, the cat was now cat food scent-free thanks to Hyponic Cat Shampoo™. Grabbing a towel from the closer, the girl rushed back to the sink to scoop up the little creature who calmed down once it was sopping in her arms. She felt bad, but the bath needed to be done, "That's what you get for taking a swim in your food bowl." She mumbled to it, which in return the cat gave a little grumble back.
Right when she placed Pumpkin down in her bed, she heard the knock at the door and wandered over. Normally she would somewhat care about her appearance, but in her illness-struck state, the messy bun, pajama, and cat-clawed arms were the least of her worry. The girl was greeted by Carter's friendly face, "Oh hey." She said, her voice hoarse from her sore throat, "Oooooooh my god is that the soup?" She asked, eyeing up the Tupperware container. When she took it in her hands, she hummed, "It's still warm." She said excitedly and walked over to the kitchen counter to open the lid.
Once she poured some into a bowl she leaned against the counter and took straight sips from the bowl, "Mmmm oh wow. Maybe I shoulda married Nollie." She joked with a laugh, "Have you met Pumpkin yet?" She asked him, going over to the living room to sit back down on the couch as the kitten crawled out of her bed and made her way over to Carter.
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Eloise felt like shit. Plain and simple. Where this cold came from? She had no clue, but she suspected that it was one of the other cart girls at work. Like Eloise, some of them had no choice but to work. Even if they were sick. So, here Eloise was, wrestling a kitten as she tried to bathe the cat food off its body. With her head hurting, her nose running, and her arms now clawed to death, one might look at Eloise like she was the opposite of having her life under control.
Plus, Isa still hadn't talked to her since the day she and Ryan went on their date. So her emotions were all over the place. Isa had been her guide to getting out of the trailer park, getting a job, and building her life. Without her, Eloise felt lost. At least she had Ryan at her side making her feel better through it all.
But none of this got Pumpkin to stop clawing at her arms as she poured one more scoop of water over the kitten to get the soap off. Despite these war efforts, the cat was now cat food scent-free thanks to Hyponic Cat Shampoo™. Grabbing a towel from the closer, the girl rushed back to the sink to scoop up the little creature who calmed down once it was sopping in her arms. She felt bad, but the bath needed to be done, "That's what you get for taking a swim in your food bowl." She mumbled to it, which in return the cat gave a little grumble back.
Right when she placed Pumpkin down in her bed, she heard the knock at the door and wandered over. Normally she would somewhat care about her appearance, but in her illness-struck state, the messy bun, pajama, and cat-clawed arms were the least of her worry. The girl was greeted by Carter's friendly face, "Oh hey." She said, her voice hoarse from her sore throat, "Oooooooh my god is that the soup?" She asked, eyeing up the Tupperware container. When she took it in her hands, she hummed, "It's still warm." She said excitedly and walked over to the kitchen counter to open the lid.
Once she poured some into a bowl she leaned against the counter and took straight sips from the bowl, "Mmmm oh wow. Maybe I shoulda married Nollie." She joked with a laugh, "Have you met Pumpkin yet?" She asked him, going over to the living room to sit back down on the couch as the kitten crawled out of her bed and made her way over to Carter.
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GRETCHEN WILDER
Gretchen really couldn’t tell you what it was about the blonde dancer that drew her in. All she knew is that she found herself in this club almost every night just to get a glimpse of the beautiful women. She honestly felt a little pathetic- coming into the club any time she was free just because she was lonely and broken up about someone tossed her to side like she was last weeks leftovers. “E” as she had known her, made her feel special, like she was the only women in the world sitting in that club. But this feeling was irrational, Gretchen knew this. She couldn’t even talk to the girl except for a few simple things, not to mention that this was a job.
Gretchen didn’t know how long she’d been waiting for the beautiful blonde but it felt like she was sipping on her champagne for forever. Eventually the door swung open, revealing E. Gretchen’s breath hitched in her throat and she shifted in her seat. She didn’t realize how nervous she was until she felt her heart pounding out of her chest at just the mere sight of her. Gretchen wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, but she just really wanted to see E.
Gretchen felt like she was going to pass out with the other girl winked at her, thanks to all the champagne she was sipping on.
“Same today as well, ma’am?” E asked, turning towards the music. Gretchen cleared her throat, swallowing hard before could answer.
“Yes,” her response came out breathy. Gretchen slouched back into her chair, waiting for Emerson to start dancing, even though all she really wanted to do was talk to her.
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Gretchen really couldn’t tell you what it was about the blonde dancer that drew her in. All she knew is that she found herself in this club almost every night just to get a glimpse of the beautiful women. She honestly felt a little pathetic- coming into the club any time she was free just because she was lonely and broken up about someone tossed her to side like she was last weeks leftovers. “E” as she had known her, made her feel special, like she was the only women in the world sitting in that club. But this feeling was irrational, Gretchen knew this. She couldn’t even talk to the girl except for a few simple things, not to mention that this was a job.
Gretchen didn’t know how long she’d been waiting for the beautiful blonde but it felt like she was sipping on her champagne for forever. Eventually the door swung open, revealing E. Gretchen’s breath hitched in her throat and she shifted in her seat. She didn’t realize how nervous she was until she felt her heart pounding out of her chest at just the mere sight of her. Gretchen wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, but she just really wanted to see E.
Gretchen felt like she was going to pass out with the other girl winked at her, thanks to all the champagne she was sipping on.
“Same today as well, ma’am?” E asked, turning towards the music. Gretchen cleared her throat, swallowing hard before could answer.
“Yes,” her response came out breathy. Gretchen slouched back into her chair, waiting for Emerson to start dancing, even though all she really wanted to do was talk to her.
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Harlow Copeland
Harlow was about to take another sip of her drink when she felt a tap on her shoulder that made her slightly jump. Quickly she stood and turned to face the person when she saw the beautiful Bella, "Oh my god hi!" She said excitedly and immediately stretched over the couch to give the girl a hug. What could she say? She was a hugger, "Yes! Come sit!" She said with a bright smile and sat back down in her spot, setting the drink aside, "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" She asked, doing her best to make sure Bella was comfortable.
When Bella was situated, Harlow thought through her head, the non-cringy things that strangers from the internet might talk about, "Yeah, it was definitely nice talking to you. That town Twitter seems to be full of drama, hey? I'm not gonna lie, I've been stalking it because it brings some entertainment when I'm not working." She said with a small laugh. She was nervous now. Bella was much more gorgeous in person, and her outfit was just gorgeous and looked so well on her.
Wiping her palms off on her pants, Harlow reached over to grab her drink off the side table and looked back to Bella, "So have you lived in this area long? Your accent and whatnot tell me no. Which by the way, it's so beautiful when you switch between languages like that." She complimented, but she knew this well she was rambling now. Despite being a super confident pop star, she wasn't the best with people she crushed on. She was a bit awkward, rambled a lot, and genuinely had not rizz when it came to in-person conversations.
Harlow's face reddened when she realized how much she was talking. So, to stop more word vomit from coming up, she took a long sip from her drink. The two sisters beginning to fight was the cherry on top of distracting herself from her awkwardness. At least she didn't have it as bad as them, "So Bella, did you see the set?" She asked finally, trying her best to be more civil.
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Harlow was about to take another sip of her drink when she felt a tap on her shoulder that made her slightly jump. Quickly she stood and turned to face the person when she saw the beautiful Bella, "Oh my god hi!" She said excitedly and immediately stretched over the couch to give the girl a hug. What could she say? She was a hugger, "Yes! Come sit!" She said with a bright smile and sat back down in her spot, setting the drink aside, "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" She asked, doing her best to make sure Bella was comfortable.
When Bella was situated, Harlow thought through her head, the non-cringy things that strangers from the internet might talk about, "Yeah, it was definitely nice talking to you. That town Twitter seems to be full of drama, hey? I'm not gonna lie, I've been stalking it because it brings some entertainment when I'm not working." She said with a small laugh. She was nervous now. Bella was much more gorgeous in person, and her outfit was just gorgeous and looked so well on her.
Wiping her palms off on her pants, Harlow reached over to grab her drink off the side table and looked back to Bella, "So have you lived in this area long? Your accent and whatnot tell me no. Which by the way, it's so beautiful when you switch between languages like that." She complimented, but she knew this well she was rambling now. Despite being a super confident pop star, she wasn't the best with people she crushed on. She was a bit awkward, rambled a lot, and genuinely had not rizz when it came to in-person conversations.
Harlow's face reddened when she realized how much she was talking. So, to stop more word vomit from coming up, she took a long sip from her drink. The two sisters beginning to fight was the cherry on top of distracting herself from her awkwardness. At least she didn't have it as bad as them, "So Bella, did you see the set?" She asked finally, trying her best to be more civil.
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Rush Finley
Rush raised an eyebrow at the girl's statement, how he wouldn't be able to drag her ass out of there. Hm. Ok. But he didn't say anything, waiting for her rant to be over. Again, when she asked about the liquid courage, he just took another sip, the bored look on his face remaining where it was. Would she just get on with it? He had to finish that vehicle in the back before midnight, otherwise, he'd be working on it until 5 a.m. when its owner was picking it up.
The man was about to take another sip from his beer but paused midway when she finally asked the question. It made his blood run cold. Who the fuck would have told her? A stoic look instantly washed over his face as he straightened his back, his eyes not leaving her as she continued to rant. And when she finished, he could tell she was slightly nervous. She should be. No one brought up his past in front of him for a reason.
Without a response, he downed the rest of his beer and chucked the bottle toward the sink, not caring that glass shattered everywhere. Walking around the counter, he approached the girl, quickly taking her arm in a tight grip to lead her out of his house, "I don't know who told you." He said, fighting with her to get her out, "But you're getting in that fucking car and you will leave me the fuck alone." He said, his tone icier than it had ever been with her. All flirtiness from before was completely gone.
"I don't know what sick fucking joke you're here to play on me, but it's not your fucking business to know anything about my life." He told her, giving her a shove toward her car when they finally got outside, "Don't ever fucking talk about them again." He told her, a clear warning in his voice. With that, he returned to his house without another look at the girl. The familiar pain from his lost family once again settling in. He definitely wasn't getting that vehicle done with how much he was about to drink.
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Rush raised an eyebrow at the girl's statement, how he wouldn't be able to drag her ass out of there. Hm. Ok. But he didn't say anything, waiting for her rant to be over. Again, when she asked about the liquid courage, he just took another sip, the bored look on his face remaining where it was. Would she just get on with it? He had to finish that vehicle in the back before midnight, otherwise, he'd be working on it until 5 a.m. when its owner was picking it up.
The man was about to take another sip from his beer but paused midway when she finally asked the question. It made his blood run cold. Who the fuck would have told her? A stoic look instantly washed over his face as he straightened his back, his eyes not leaving her as she continued to rant. And when she finished, he could tell she was slightly nervous. She should be. No one brought up his past in front of him for a reason.
Without a response, he downed the rest of his beer and chucked the bottle toward the sink, not caring that glass shattered everywhere. Walking around the counter, he approached the girl, quickly taking her arm in a tight grip to lead her out of his house, "I don't know who told you." He said, fighting with her to get her out, "But you're getting in that fucking car and you will leave me the fuck alone." He said, his tone icier than it had ever been with her. All flirtiness from before was completely gone.
"I don't know what sick fucking joke you're here to play on me, but it's not your fucking business to know anything about my life." He told her, giving her a shove toward her car when they finally got outside, "Don't ever fucking talk about them again." He told her, a clear warning in his voice. With that, he returned to his house without another look at the girl. The familiar pain from his lost family once again settling in. He definitely wasn't getting that vehicle done with how much he was about to drink.
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So far her day had been pretty relaxed. Alessa had gone to the studio early in the day so she could set up for the auditions that the company had planned. Being one of the most senior members on staff definitely had its perks but one of the biggest downsides of it meant doing the set up for things like this. It didn't bug Alessa, though. She got to turn her music on and dance along the empty halls of the studio with nobody around. There was nobody to teach or to set an example for so she got to do whatever she would like to do. It was rare for her to have this much alone time so Alessa didn't take a single second for granted. Her phone dinged loudly through the speaker when she got a text. Alessa quickly checked her phone to make sure it wasn't one of the people she was supposed to be teaching later in the day cancelling. The text, however, was from detective Thackery. While reading the text Alessa could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. The truth was she hadn't stopped thinking about him since their first meet up and had the case stuck on her mind as she tried to think of a way to help find whoever had murdered Cameron. Detective Thackery asking for another meet up, though, made Alessa extremely nervous. She had told him everything she knew yet he still wanted to talk to her more. A low key meeting so it must not be too urgent. Still Alessa felt like perhaps she might be considered a suspect.
Alessa and Detective Thackery had a brief conversation about where to meet up and when to meet there. Alessa chose a moment where she was in between lessons to meet the detective. The coffee shop with all of the plants. Luckily Alessa knew exactly where it was as it was just down the street from where she lived. In all honesty Alessa had only been there once before. She wasn't much of a coffee drinker and she already felt she had more than enough energy in the day. About fifteen minutes before she had to leave, Alessa pulled a pair of sweats over top of her leotard and pulled on the sweater she had worn on the way to the studio. She almost walked out of the studio in her ballet shoes before realizing and going to the staff room where she had left her shoes and socks. Alessa basically ran out the door, realizing she was a little late, and made her way to the coffee shop where she would meet the detective. It was a quick walk as the coffee shop was close to the studio. Almost as close as her house was. A quick look through the window confirmed that his was, indeed, the right place. The detective was waiting for her there. He was even kind enough to hold the door open for her.
"Hi, detective. It's a pleasure." Alessa stepped through the open doorway and walked a little further into the shop so she wouldn't be in the way of people coming or leaving. "Oh. No it's alright. I had lunch at the studio." Alessa led them to a table so they could sit down and talk together. "So tell me, detective. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She sat at the table as she spoke, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly. "Did you find the person who killed Cameron or am I not allowed to know that?" Alessa faked casualty. In reality she was shaking behind the crossed legs and polite words. The idea of sitting at the table with the detective really did frighten her. Lessa had never once been in trouble in the law and she worried that perhaps Wolf thought she was part of this whole mess. Yes she had been with Cameron the night of but she hadn't seen him since he left the studio. Alessa even offered the security tapes to prove her innocence. Her alibi was secure and she knew that but there was still this fear that perhaps she had done something wrong. The way Wolf had rambled just a moment ago definitely didn't help her feel much better about it either. Despite all of her worries, though, Alessa couldn't help but give the detective a good look. He was incredibly handsome. As if she needed to be any more anxious his incredibly good looks didn't make it any easier.
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So far her day had been pretty relaxed. Alessa had gone to the studio early in the day so she could set up for the auditions that the company had planned. Being one of the most senior members on staff definitely had its perks but one of the biggest downsides of it meant doing the set up for things like this. It didn't bug Alessa, though. She got to turn her music on and dance along the empty halls of the studio with nobody around. There was nobody to teach or to set an example for so she got to do whatever she would like to do. It was rare for her to have this much alone time so Alessa didn't take a single second for granted. Her phone dinged loudly through the speaker when she got a text. Alessa quickly checked her phone to make sure it wasn't one of the people she was supposed to be teaching later in the day cancelling. The text, however, was from detective Thackery. While reading the text Alessa could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. The truth was she hadn't stopped thinking about him since their first meet up and had the case stuck on her mind as she tried to think of a way to help find whoever had murdered Cameron. Detective Thackery asking for another meet up, though, made Alessa extremely nervous. She had told him everything she knew yet he still wanted to talk to her more. A low key meeting so it must not be too urgent. Still Alessa felt like perhaps she might be considered a suspect.
Alessa and Detective Thackery had a brief conversation about where to meet up and when to meet there. Alessa chose a moment where she was in between lessons to meet the detective. The coffee shop with all of the plants. Luckily Alessa knew exactly where it was as it was just down the street from where she lived. In all honesty Alessa had only been there once before. She wasn't much of a coffee drinker and she already felt she had more than enough energy in the day. About fifteen minutes before she had to leave, Alessa pulled a pair of sweats over top of her leotard and pulled on the sweater she had worn on the way to the studio. She almost walked out of the studio in her ballet shoes before realizing and going to the staff room where she had left her shoes and socks. Alessa basically ran out the door, realizing she was a little late, and made her way to the coffee shop where she would meet the detective. It was a quick walk as the coffee shop was close to the studio. Almost as close as her house was. A quick look through the window confirmed that his was, indeed, the right place. The detective was waiting for her there. He was even kind enough to hold the door open for her.
"Hi, detective. It's a pleasure." Alessa stepped through the open doorway and walked a little further into the shop so she wouldn't be in the way of people coming or leaving. "Oh. No it's alright. I had lunch at the studio." Alessa led them to a table so they could sit down and talk together. "So tell me, detective. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She sat at the table as she spoke, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly. "Did you find the person who killed Cameron or am I not allowed to know that?" Alessa faked casualty. In reality she was shaking behind the crossed legs and polite words. The idea of sitting at the table with the detective really did frighten her. Lessa had never once been in trouble in the law and she worried that perhaps Wolf thought she was part of this whole mess. Yes she had been with Cameron the night of but she hadn't seen him since he left the studio. Alessa even offered the security tapes to prove her innocence. Her alibi was secure and she knew that but there was still this fear that perhaps she had done something wrong. The way Wolf had rambled just a moment ago definitely didn't help her feel much better about it either. Despite all of her worries, though, Alessa couldn't help but give the detective a good look. He was incredibly handsome. As if she needed to be any more anxious his incredibly good looks didn't make it any easier.
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