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Jesse’s eyebrows crept higher and higher on his forehead, doing his best to nod along to the rhythm Bobby was setting, but… there was none. Even still, he leaned into it, playing along to the absolute chaos that was Bobby’s mind. Genuine surprise at the lyrics pulled an involuntary snort from Jesse. Kinda sad that she’s dead but also not really, it’s just murder. “Jesus, dude, that’s…” Jesse stroked his chin as he considered his words, “something. You gonna lay the beat down like you did just now? It’d be more impressive that way, I think.”

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“I knowwww,” Ollie said, a little whiney and simpering in not at all a mocking way as he reached up and put his hands on either side of Bobby’s face squishing his cheeks. “Your life is so hard! But I’m not here to make it harder! That’s where you’re wrong, Bobby. I’m here to make it so much easier for you.” He didn’t know much about Bobby’s life, nor did he care much, but he really hoped he was not going to be running any future businesses. RIP to the world if so. Mentally Ollie had to step back and take a breather after Bobby offered him four times the amount he’d been aiming for at the beginning. He felt a little bad, and if he liked Bobby even a little he’d try to talk him back down to 500 bucks per 1000 words, but he really didn’t like Bobby much at all so … He didn’t feel bad about it. “Okay,” Ollie said as he gave a huff. He nodded head after feigning very serious thought about it, “two dollars per word, and you will be my top priority.” He wouldn’t be, he’d be as priority as everyone else was, but Ollie knew his type. He had to believe he was the most important person, and he was find letting him believe that. “What’s your favorite color? I like to color code things just to keep organized … You seem like a salmon type of guy… Also just wondering. If I had an onlyfans would you subscribe to it in order to get your work and stuff?” Thanks to his conversation with Charlie he was really considering this option, it was like money laundering through nudes. HIs business was booming and he couldn’t keep getting paid under the table.

“well, gotta keep some secrets to myself right?” aj grins, trying to not let bobby’s antics bother them. he just nods, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked across the crowd. of fucking course bobby would be going for a ra, that was almost cliche. “felicity? are you forreal?” they scoff. “fine if you want a name, i can give you two initials right now.” turning he face him fully, eyebrows raised. “f and u. know anyone like that?” 

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quite the theatrical gasp left her mouth. what could she say, she was only the most dedicated theatre arts acting student in this… very staircase. if it weren’t for the way parker’s lips pulled into a smile, a sense of offence might’ve been convincing. but she was drunk, and the mention of her boyfriend was mirthful, and bobby was bobby. a mask, however flimsy, was useless. “next time i suck his face off, i’ll make sure you have front row seats.” hm. kinky. parker’s tone hadn’t been particularly suggestive—more so teasing—but, hell, the night had taken weirder turns already. if anything, her faux-threat fit the bill of revenge for his plan to rap about her kicking penny out of the D&D campaign.

penny. blergh.

“yes,” parker enthused at the idea—both of them—pointer finger nearly poking his sternum. god, she loved a good costume change. something that would make people do a double take and receive zero immediate explanation. “but i’m keeping my tights. believe me, they’re more trouble removing and putting on than they’re worth, with all the—” parker’s upper half folded some, hands briefly fiddling with one of the many bows that lined them, “holes and bows.”

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why were men like this! just go along with it! with a scoff and roll of her eyes, ida dropped her arm, crossing them over her chest instead. she didn’t even go to school with men, they were all just fucking boys. “i know ding-dong, i was just flirtin’ with you.” she explained, clearly annoyed now. reaching up, she flicked the middle of his forehead with her pointer finger and thumb. “it only doesn’t work for you bobby, you don’t ask the universe nicely enough.” just whines to it probably. 

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“oohhh, and what men do?” ida teased, bringing up her hand to lean in, resting her chin atop it as her eyes very obviously scan across bobby. he’s a handsome fella, one she likes to string along and the two have this weird back and forth sort of energy. “i’ve heard that the cowboy life is an awfully lonely one.” she begins, her accent dipping into the pure thickness it was of her youth. “and that nothin’ makes it better than havin’ a pretty little lady to spend those cold nights with.” 

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Cucky the clown. Okay, yeah, that was fucking good. He snorted under his breath, head shaking as he approached the sink and willed himself not to smile. If Bobby got even a whiff of encouragement, he’d become an unstoppable monster. Not that he wasn’t already. Monty ignored him for the most part, not caring that he crowded right up to his shoulder, but as he turned on the tap, he caught a glimpse of Bobby actually reaching for his fly in the mirror and registered the imminent danger. “Bro, back off!” He cocked his elbow to knock into Bobby’s chest, shoving him off while turning around, genuinely worried for a split second that he was going to undo his pants. Maybe not to literally piss on him, but potentially menacing him with his (hopefully) flaccid penis would be bad enough. Is this what it was like to have a psychotic older brother? “Go spread your honey somewhere else, dude, I’m not a fire hydrant.” Monty’s brows leapt before asking, “Have you spoken to the school psychiatrist about these urges? I think you need to get on some new meds.”

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“I didn’t say everyone knew,” Mari said, rolling her eyes. Though, well…at times it had seemed like everyone knew. About Jesse, at least. Mari had known. She figured that she wasn’t aware of Milo for several reasons, Greer not about to enlighten her about the fact that she had also been hooking up with her roommate. Though she couldn’t help but wonder if the same had been true in response. Or if when she had told Milo, at New Year’s….if his lack of reaction had been because he had already known. 

Go fuck someone in Maine. 

Mari let out a surprised laugh, shooting Bobby a slightly bewildered expression, unsure if he was aware of the Zuko’s family summer camp (read: a five bedroom waterfront cape cod) in Bar Harbor, or if that comment had been slightly too on the nose. “Greer and Milo were friends before Milo and Diego,” she said, not about to ask - maybe Mari was just over-sensitive about the whole subject. There was no way Bobby had ever picked up on anything between her and Greer. She let out a loud sigh, head tipping backwards before she looked at Bobby with the utmost exasperation. “I don’t know, Bobby. I don’t think so? But it’s not like I knew what Greer was doing every night.” At least every night she wasn’t with her.

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the sound of mari’s laugh makes bobby smile brightly, like he’d just won big on the slot machine. not that he’d know what that’s like -- big boy tables with high stakes only -- but he imagines it’s a lot like drawing one laugh out of mari for every ten eye rolls. and he thinks if he can manage that then he’s solid. it is important to bobby to make his friends laugh and perhaps, out of everyone, at least recently, mari ranked pretty high in terms or priority. “ if that was an acceptable rule, do you know how many people i would’ve smashed in high school? literally too many to count. ” he blames sassa for his body count being so low and embarrassing. “ so no, one and two were friends before three and four but two plus two always equals four. ” he shrugs and gives her a look as if to say: it is what it is. 

     every time he thinks he’s prepared for bobby’s logic, link comes up empty-handed — might as well have the buffering sign appear over his head right now. “ you can’t be fuckin’ serious, right ? ” a small scoff escapes him. “ i could put your name in caps, italics, and bold and put it up in a post for everyone to see. doesn’t mean fucking shit, does it ? ” thus far, link hasn’t really been giving much of a shit about what bobby was trying to say — at the end of the day, it’s bobby. so much shit comes out of his mouth, that he finds it hard to believe that his word would be influential at all. but when he’d made that statement about greer and what she did or didn’t give a shit about, a nerve was struck. “ i’m certain i knew her much better than most of you dipshits. ” and he hated that he was trying to prove something to bobby, of all people — all those years of being around greer, link never gave a fuck about what other people thought the nature of their relationship was. all he really focused on was greer. but the difference between then and now is link’s ass on the line, thanks to g making him look guilty. well, he was… just nothing that had to do with greer. “ when you’re done playing detective fuckwad on me, why don’t you text me ? we can hang out when you stop being delusional. ” sucking him dry of his money sounded especially good today. 

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Court’s lips parted to retort to Bobby, though embarrassment hit him a moment later, a flush coming to his cheeks causing him duck his head instead, a small exhale of laughter the only response he gave instead. He didn’t know how to act around Bobby, if he was being honest, the other seeming desperate to act like their brief fling had never even happened, leaving Coco spending the occasional moment even wondering if it had, the ease with which he had seemed to brush it off. But he didn’t want to seem like he was clingy or hung up on someone who had rejected him, more and more determined to appear as if it didn’t bother him either. “Lie? On Valentine’s Day? I could never,” he answered, a smile wide on his face as he glanced back up at Bobby. “You look great,” Court added a moment later, the words quieter, more earnest.

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all anya can think to do is blink. as though with each rapid movement of her eyelids, there is a chance that the trajectory of the conversation may change. does she give off straight vibes? is there something wrong with her? is there something wrong with him, for not noticing? the possibilities are endless, and they don’t particularly like any of them. she just taps one of the stickers on the back of their mac then, a little heart with the lesbian flag colours in a diffused gradient. “you baffle me,” is all she says, ignoring both the comment about the hair and the sex.

though, the revelations offered in regards to the brush makes her wish they’d lingered on the topic of anya’s sexuality for just a brief moment longer. “i’m not even going to ask. i don’t want to know.” a pause. and then, even though they suspect trying to offer a technical explanation may be futile: “it’s a gateway to the rest of your shit, right. if your toothbrush is connected to the same network as your computer, you can use it as a springboard. does that make sense? so because your toothbrush is unprotected, it’s easier to get at all your other data.”

“out of curiosity – do you get like, loads of scam emails? or phone calls?”

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Ollie stares at Bobby for a few moments in silence. Blinking a few times, and just… watching him. You would think he’d spoken to the guy enough times that it wouldn’t be a surprise every single time he spoke, and yet here they were. Ollie raised his hands, and gave Bobby a bright smile, “you’re right. That was a test,” he said reaching out and booping him on the nose. “I have to make sure I’m not going to be talking circles around the people I’m working with! I like to have relationships with them, you know? That way it makes it easier for me to personalize the work I get them, so it seems like it’s really from them” He shrugged his shoulders a little and brought his hand up to his chin, like he was considering things. “Well, I wouldn’t want to fuck you. Not like this anyway,” he said, a coy smile before giving a small hum. “I charged Greer 1 dollar for each word,” he didn’t, “but I don’t think I’d ask you to give me the same. It’s just that she demanded a certain caliber of work, and money is a good motivation. Obviously. Hm. what about only 50 cents per word? That’s half off what Greer was giving me! And like 1/10th of what I was just going to charge you a second ago.” As far as Bobby’s math skills said, anyway… “I know you know a good business investment when you see one.”

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