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"Doesn't matter. It's my body. I can do whatever I want with it."

2015-11-04 07:36:41

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He reached over with a long arm and pulled her into the now group hug. "Nope."

2015-11-04 07:38:03

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She struggled in his grasp. "Let me go!"

2015-11-04 07:41:45

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"Aww, don't you like warm hugs?"

2015-11-04 07:42:55

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"Not when I'm in the middle of talking about feminism."

"Please don't let her rant on that. It's interesting, but boring."

"/EXCUSE YOU!/"

2015-11-04 07:43:52

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"So it's a living oximoron? Woow."

2015-11-04 07:44:27

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"It's boring because it's long."

"Vete a la verga culero tu pinche puta."

2015-11-04 07:47:44

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"Que pasta?"

2015-11-04 07:49:08

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"...."

She shoved herself off the two off them. "Yo esperanza tu estrangulación en la concha de tu madre." Without another word, she turned and left the room.

2015-11-04 07:51:45

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"Byyye!" He waved after her.

2015-11-04 07:52:59

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I. Wow. Well then. "...Please don't ask me to translate that." I spoke when she left the room.

2015-11-04 07:53:37

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"No way, she sounded pissed at you."

2015-11-04 07:53:52

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"She is."

2015-11-04 07:54:01

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Plenty of weirdos come to a bar. A guy in virtual Watch_Dogs cosplay was nothing to stare at. Especially this bar. It sucked. But I couldn't get into any place that checked IDs, even if I was completely legal. Turns out it didn't matter. I could barely drink a shot of brandy, I couldn't taste it and it slid down my throat, probably settling somewhere around that screw that held my head on. Or maybe that was part of my throat or something, I don't know and don't really care to find out. The point is, I can't get drunk, and it's pissing me off, especially since I just wasted money on alcohol I could neither taste nor digest. I buried my face in my arms on the table next to the empty peanut bowl, front of my hat pushed up by the counter. Unwanted, manipulative piece of shit, if I died no one would fucking care....was this how Seculus felt all the time? It was terrible. But at least he had people who liked him and wanted to help. Nobody wanted to help me.

2015-11-04 08:06:44

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Ah, it was great to be Arerose. I had a table to myself. A drink in my hand, and I was currently impressing a girl I met earlier with my extensive knowledge over Batman. Of course, she probably had no idea what it was. No matter. That's what I was here for. At least she was't faking that she liked it for my affections. Ugh. Those women were disgusting, and I could hardly stand them. However, she seemed to be uninterested about having any sort of affections for me. Which sucked. I'm a nice guy. She deserved me.

2015-11-04 08:13:09

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Jesus, it sucked to be Madison. The bartender came over and picked up my shot glass, but I didn't raise my head. What if I just lived here? Became sort of a bar mascot? Dress me up in khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt or some shit, I don't know. I'm just making things up now. Either way, there's no point in buying any more drinks, obviously. But the last thing I want to do is go back, especially with the possibility of Beckett, and with Cale and Lance still there. If anything I'd like to visit Ivory, but she's also made it abundantly clear how few fucks she gives about me. She has every right to at least have total apathy towards me, it isn't like I've done her any favors. Some woman plopped herself down on the barstool next to me and leaned on her elbow, fluttering her eyelashes at me. She didn't look like she could be any older than eighteen, and how she'd gotten in was beyond me. "You look like you need somewhere to sleep tonight." Months ago, I would've agreed without question, and there's another reason why I'm a piece of shit. But tonight, and for a while now, I wasn't interested. I almost got up and moved, but then she might see part of my face, so I just played dead for now. She wouldn't be persistent enough to bodily drag me off, would she?

2015-11-04 08:20:52

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During my riveting conversation, I glanced over and saw another fine woman at the bar. Even if she dressed rather proactively, I wasn't going to ignore the opportunity. I excused myself from the conversation, adjusted my suit jacket and glasses, and made my way to the bar. As I approached her, the male next to her just snubbed her. Asshole. Oh well, no one could ever be as nice as I was. "You know, it's a shame you let men treat you like that. I wouldn't treat you like that." I spoke as I approached the girl. "Mind if I buy you a drink?"

2015-11-04 08:26:16

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.....alright, here's a douche. I broke my act for a second to raise a hand and flip him off behind me. The girl didn't notice me, as she'd already turned her attention to him, and giggled. "Not at all. So you're a real man, huh?"

2015-11-04 08:29:52

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I kept my gaze on her. "A real gentleman. I only want the best for you, m'lady." I grinned, straight teeth exposed.

2015-11-04 08:31:14

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"Does the best happen to be in your bed?" she teased. This is disgusting, even more knowing that I did this with Lucinda, this girl's going to get knocked up and kicked out of the house before she can even say 'protection'.

2015-11-04 08:34:51

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"Well there's only one way to find out." I gestured to the bartender for two drinks. Just to be sure tonight works out in my favor, I slipped a pill into one of the drinks when she wasn't looking before I handed it to her.

2015-11-04 08:38:36

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I'd turned my head a little to watch them from under the brim of my hat. Did he just--okay, I can't tolerate this anymore. "He drugged it, don't drink that." She blinked over at me in surprise. "Sorry, what?"

2015-11-04 08:40:07

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God. /Dammit./ I thought no one saw that. I laughed. "Now why on earth would I ever do that? I'm not some rapist." Just pretend he's lying.

2015-11-04 08:41:28

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"It was only a couple of seconds ago, it shouldn't be dissolved yet. Just check. If there's nothing there, dismiss me as the crazy drunk. But for now, trust me." Like I'm in any position to be saying that. But, fortunately, she did, peering into the glass, and frowned upon seeing a blue tint, despite the drink originally having been red. "What is this? You were seriously trying to /drug/ me?!"

2015-11-04 08:44:22

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I frowned. Fucking. Bitch. "Well, you were asking for it. You /did/ dress like that for a reason."

2015-11-04 08:50:33