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Ninjaaaa Gaiiideeennnn.
That's all I have to say. I'm going temporarily insane because this assignment is due in two hours. My brain is frieeddddd!
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I like you. You can stay.
Don't cha worry, I got Anton's back covered. Ready to gang up on the backstabbers or Anton. Decisions, decisions...
Having eyes on Antons situation rather than the general circus evolving around Thomas, Jess was decently surprised when Kalib entered the bar, squealing for someone to call 911 like a little girl. Confused even. While she didn't say it out loud, the words "Why the hell is everyone head over heals to help some nondescript asshat? What's with the sudden compassion for that human?" formed in her head. When she showed up at the bar showered in blood, people usually shouted at her instead.
"Calm your tits, girl."
The comment was quite openly directed at Kalib, and rather descriptive for the usual tone between the two of them. The guy always seemed to care just a little too much, to overthink things. Way too insecure for Jesses taste. Certainly not the kind of dog one could talk into assaulting a fellow pack member, and thus automatically uninteresting to the girl.
As she emptied her glass and observed Anton following after Ryan - breaking free from Carlson's custody, nicely done! - from the corner of her eyes, Jess was grabbed by Fay. A gesture she despised with a passion. Though being a highly physical person in every sense of the word, someone who loved intimate and rough contact, she preferred to do so on her terms. Being groped unexpectedly like that made the fake smile on her face fade away faster than Antons soberness. She turned to return a cold gaze that seemed to spell "Get your damn hand off me.".
"We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways. Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!"
She usually managed to keep her cool around Fay and wasn't that drunk yet either, but couldn't help hissing a snarky answer to that after the woman. Words violently manifested on her tongue and fought their way to freedom, carried by her slightly vodka-flavored breath. Definitely loud enough for her to still perceive it, and probably half of the folks hanging out around the counter, too.
"I'm sure you're the expert on how to turn your body into profit. Thanks for the offer, but some of us actually have some self-respect."
Averting her eyes from Fay, she kept watch over the doorframe Anton disappeared in. Still looking for an easy opening. A totally wasted girl acting like an asshole, in some semi-secret back room? Definitely a magnet for trouble. And if trouble ensued, she planned to be part of it.
"Calm your tits, girl."
The comment was quite openly directed at Kalib, and rather descriptive for the usual tone between the two of them. The guy always seemed to care just a little too much, to overthink things. Way too insecure for Jesses taste. Certainly not the kind of dog one could talk into assaulting a fellow pack member, and thus automatically uninteresting to the girl.
As she emptied her glass and observed Anton following after Ryan - breaking free from Carlson's custody, nicely done! - from the corner of her eyes, Jess was grabbed by Fay. A gesture she despised with a passion. Though being a highly physical person in every sense of the word, someone who loved intimate and rough contact, she preferred to do so on her terms. Being groped unexpectedly like that made the fake smile on her face fade away faster than Antons soberness. She turned to return a cold gaze that seemed to spell "Get your damn hand off me.".
"We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways. Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!"
She usually managed to keep her cool around Fay and wasn't that drunk yet either, but couldn't help hissing a snarky answer to that after the woman. Words violently manifested on her tongue and fought their way to freedom, carried by her slightly vodka-flavored breath. Definitely loud enough for her to still perceive it, and probably half of the folks hanging out around the counter, too.
"I'm sure you're the expert on how to turn your body into profit. Thanks for the offer, but some of us actually have some self-respect."
Averting her eyes from Fay, she kept watch over the doorframe Anton disappeared in. Still looking for an easy opening. A totally wasted girl acting like an asshole, in some semi-secret back room? Definitely a magnet for trouble. And if trouble ensued, she planned to be part of it.
This, this is awesome. This is boku levels of filthy.
On a slightly serious note, does the "STARTING SOON" in the thread title still fit?
Alright, serious moment over. *jumps back on the train of derailment*
On a slightly serious note, does the "STARTING SOON" in the thread title still fit?
Alright, serious moment over. *jumps back on the train of derailment*
IS THAT AN ACTUAL THING
WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED ABOUT THIS
I HAVE TO LOOK THAT UP
WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED ABOUT THIS
I HAVE TO LOOK THAT UP
@Dark Wind
More than people who park their cars across three parking spots, though?
@Inertia
To be honest, I've never seen an OOC derail so hard, repeatedly and rapidly. This thing is out of control, and I think the emergency breaks are made of confetti.
More than people who park their cars across three parking spots, though?
@Inertia
To be honest, I've never seen an OOC derail so hard, repeatedly and rapidly. This thing is out of control, and I think the emergency breaks are made of confetti.
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More than the hardcore conservatives who post things on my Facebook news feed.
MORE THAN PEOPLE WHO MAKE DUCKFACE SELFIES THOUGH?
More than the people who write "u" instead of "you" in thread titles, though?
More than the people who bring horses into otherwise harmless conversations, though?
More than the people who sing lady gaga songs in public, though?
More than the people who bring horses into otherwise harmless conversations, though?
More than the people who sing lady gaga songs in public, though?
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