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Huh. Now that was a GOOD one. Placing her guitar down and taking the question into true consideration, the hollow ‘thump’ of it’s wooden body reverberating against the wooden log that she was sat on, Dana ruffled her digits through her lions mane -- brows knitting together in deep thought. There were plenty of things she would have done, if she was telling the truth. The top of the list was go for a pee... It had to be WEIRD not having to sit down and wipe the delicate folds of your FLOWER. Ugh, why were women described as such gentle objects -- men got all of the tough descriptions when it came to phallus. Then there was going to the gym... Comparing her natural weights and capability to her newly found physique. Hell -- she’d probably even C A T C A L L someone, just to see the stupid gratification that curdled in her stomach, leaving a bittersweet taste.

Despite all of this, there was one thing that Dana was truly curious about. Nobody cared about the wallowing, miserable, depressing bitch sat in the bar behind a guitar. Nobody bothered to look up and listen when her symphonies followed through the microphone, spilling out to the floor and flooding through the doors of every bar she had ever performed in. Why was it that even when it came to music, there was an ENTIRELY different perception of males? The blue haired therapist had seen it too many times. Take one of her most recent patients as an example; Jackson Trudeau. He was a rockstar.

“Hey – drunktard. Stop worrying about her. It’s a little game – I told you that she’s probably done this with her own pals before. Plus, as long as you didn’t ENJOY it, I’m sure you’ll be safe.”

Before she could finish her MOTIVATIONAL speech, bottle lightly swinging as her hand gestures followed with her dialogue, Dana’s chocolate irises were TORN away from Sebastian – who had just wraped up his conversation with Elise. Jeeze, it was so OBVIOUS that he had a soft spot for her. Why were adults so BACKWARDS about confessing their feelings to one another? Teenagers did a better job of doing so and although they used childish phrases, such as ‘I like you’ and ‘be my boyfriend’. Perhaps that was coming from a place of stubbornness though… Dana hadn’t really experienced her share of relationships. She wasn’t as socially awkward as Jared, but she had experienced enough of her own issues to completely warp her feelings on dating.

Declaring next to her that it was HER turn ( for the third time ) to spin the bottle, the brunette raised her bottle to clink it to his glass – before completely downing the rest of her drink and burying it in the sand. As she was propped up from her elbows, the beauty flashed a grin at Jared who was laid inches away from her – shaking her head in DISBELIEF that she had to endure her third go, whilst he had only kissed Piper twice. “You spin it for me, Seb. Go on – make it a HARD one.” And with that, the doctor took charge of the bottle – twirling its neck into an everlasting spiral, the rim of it H A U N T I N G the circle of people that were surrounding them. Having had a little too much to drink now, Dana’s own sense of reality had dissipated. She wasn’t really paying any attention to the people around her – she was more focused on the fact that her best friend was beating himself up over the situation now that alcohol had made its impact on him. It wasn’t very often that Jared did drink, so when he did finish off his two tins, the intoxication feelings that came crashing on him really weighed down heavy. With a sigh, the therapist placed an arm on his bicep – to gain his attention again and before she knew it, Sebastian’s voice came CRASHING back in as if he was shocked.

With corrugated eyebrows, Dana peered upwards – the bottle pointing directly towards Jared, as if to CHALLENGE her with a threat. Oh, man… He was already pissed at her for talking him into this and telling everybody that his ‘strep throat’ as a LIE but now he would have to accept a kiss from her. Dana knew that Jared didn’t mean to hold a grudge, nor did he want her to feel bad… He was more concerned about his girlfriend ( but NOT girlfriend ) and what her reaction was going to be when she found out. It wasn’t like Demi could be pissed at him for kissing Dana, right? They were practically brother and sister. As her nose crinkled, lips pressing together as she mentally prepared herself – the blue haired beauty barely moved, staying in her laid position and placing a warm hand to Jared’s cheek – her lips diving in towards his begrudgingly, as her nose collided straight into his before she pulled back with a giggle.

“Look, the more you pretend to enjoy this – the less obvious your relationship will be.”

Although they weren’t in synchronisation with the kiss so far, they usually were with EVEYRTHING else – they normally worked like two peas in a pod, being able to read one another and help the other like no other could. What Jared and Dana shared was more than a friendship… It was a BROMANCE – despite the fact that she had a pair of tits. Taking a deep breath and trying again, Dana pressed her lips against Jared’s – turning her head to the side, as he turned his in the opposite direction, both finding something that worked with them. She could tell that Jared wasn’t completely into it, but he appreciated her advice and was willing to take anything that kept his relationship concealed. As her tongue lightly flickered over his upper lip, too afraid to explore the insides of his mouth, the music therapist screwed her eyes shut – as if she was counting to ten, waiting to be able to pull away, but to her own surprise, Jared had turned his head in the opposite direction. She doubted that it was to switch things up, maybe because that very same position was beginning to grow tiresome – although she suspected he was DYING to feel connected to someone, seeing as Demi could not be here. As their lips continued fighting onward, Dana felt herself growing lost in the kiss – almost forgetting the fact that it was Jared she had hold of. Hands found their way around his shirt, her body leaning in slightly before she pulled back – inhaling a gasp of oxygen, chocolate irises raising to look at her best friend.

The therapist had let that get a little bit more passionate than she had been planning – Demi would probably come and kill her first but it was all in good nature. In fact, the second that she had accepted who it was – Dana soon went back to feeling disgusted. Never in a million years did she want to learn how good a kisser her best friend was… Although she could now see why his patient girlfriend was so intent on staying around. A cheer elicited from the people surrounding her, a showcase smile lifting to her lips as though her fingers had just played an incredibly sad piece on the old piano on the WEST END. And soon enough after, the game continued but Jared was still sat their, sapphires glazed like some sort of lost puppy.

“I’m willing to call this game QUITS if you are.”

To be honest, the blue haired therapist didn’t expect the bottle to land on her – let alone, realise that she was sat there… She was so quiet, observant, thoughtful. Hayden was a MOM. She had a little girl who resided at the Institute – somebody who Dana had not really had the pleasure of meeting. Considering her mood swings were often up and down, it wouldn’t have been fair to put them in the same room – although Dana could control herself. She wouldn’t just lash out on a child, although she could sometimes be much SNAPPIER. Flashing the woman a sweet smile, Dana let out a sigh as she pulled herself up and kneeled down in front of the woman – the spotlight having already left her now that her magical kiss with Piper had graced the eyes of everybody else. Sure, like every other party goer, she had kissed numerous people in bars – but never in front of all of her colleagues. Pressing something short and sweet to the medical interns lips, Dana let an exhale flow through her nostrils – lips quietly battling against Hayden’s as she seemed to just ENDURE it.

Perhaps that was why she span the bottle with a beam ripping at her cheeks, pearls glistening with each flickering flame the fire raised – it’s yellow, orange and red sending waves of danger into the sky – thick grey clouds rippling into the night time sky and polluting Cancun with ashes of wood. As her fingertips glided across the green neck of the bottle, watching its everlasting arrow pointing across the face of each person sat around the campfire, Dana chewed on her lower lip – an excitement burning at her tongue.

As the bottle continued to pirouette against the makeshift table, Dana’s pools of chocolate lifted up to take in the tension across everyone’s features. Jared sat there with his teeth gritted, begging that it didn’t land on him because he was too worried about ‘CHEATING’ on his girlfriend, who wasn’t even a girlfriend. Eden’s fingers twirled around her bottle of water, sapphires shifting around to continuously check on Becca. Sebastian leaned forwards, hands clasped in excitement, desperate to see who Dana was going to have to get down and dirty with… The list went on but everybody looked, just as tense – the suspense RAISING into the air, overpowering the fumes raising from campfire which was still burning.

Muddy irises continued to glaze over the bottle until it slowed down, coming to a halt at twelve o’clock. With a smirk raising to each corner of her lips, apple cheeks growing rosy with ANTICIPATION – as her view was clouded by red flames to be met with another fire – her dimpled features colliding with the rather taken aback qualities of a beautiful redhead. Never allowing her confidence to falter, the therapist pulled herself up, pushing Sebastian back down to the sand after his assistance in pushing her up. As excited as she felt just seconds ago, there was a nerve that circled inside of her stomach now – it was still just as thrilling however… Just because she wasn’t in a bar with beaming music fuelling her adrenaline, the IMPULSE within Dana had drowned out – slowly but surely. She refused to let it show, however… She was such a go easy person, that was the first to jump up when a challenge was offered – she was just going to have to SWALLOW the fact that was about to throw herself in the direction of not just any colleague, but a new colleague.

As her jean clad thighs carried her over to the intern, Dana gave a warming smile – lips curving up in the direction of heaven as she held her palms out to pull the girl up, making their kiss seem like more of a performance. There was a warmth within Piper’s hands; one she didn’t expect to feel as her palms collided against the redheads. “I know we haven’t officially met but first impressions are everything, supposedly. I haven’t exactly had the best track record her so I’m going to make this one count.”

And before the beauty could respond, Dana found her fingertips crawling along Piper’s jawline – digits curving against the sculpture of her features whilst petals came soaring inwards, pressing her lips against the redhead. Although there wasn’t any real spark there, Dana knew that they were going to pull away from one another, onlookers SHOCKED by how effortlessly the music therapist had crushed the challenge – and she did feel half sorry for Piper, being in the firing line as somebody new to this works atmosphere.

As their noses brushed against one another, Dana used her digits to tilt Piper’s head to the left – whilst hers took the lead of the right. Whilst she kept her tongue to herself, her lips were no stranger to exploring other girls’ lips and from experience – they were always warm, soft even… Women had better synchronisation than men. Perhaps it was the rhythm. Women just had more of a pace, a balance of what was right and that was because they EXACTLY what they liked. Air flowed slowly through her nostrils, in and out, in and out until she broke away from the redhead – teeth biting down as her lips spread apart into a nervous giggle... “I’m sorry. There you go guys, shows over. Sebastian, it’s YOUR go.” Spinning around with her arms extended, the blue haired beauty found her way back to her spot in between Sebastian and Jared, offering Piper a friendly smile from across the campfire.

Her cheeks were still aflame with embarrassment, but something could be said for decreasing embarrassment in numbers. No longer was she the lonely girl covered in punch, but now, the girl who was covered in punch with someone to comfort her. The brunette managed a little smile, glancing over where the woman pointed her cabin to be. She nodded, beginning the walk over, her arms clutching across her front in a tight hug. As they headed towards the cabins, the brunette quickly jotted on a piece of paper, “Thanks.” As an insecure teenage girl, the thought of her most recent humiliation was LITERALLY the end of the world. “Everyone saw. I know it. They all saw that. They never going to let me live it down.”

Chocolate irises glanced over the paper – it’s blood stained colouring almost covering the words written across the crumpled paper that was in her hand. With a sigh in tow, the brunette flicked her hair back and offered the patient a warming smile. Dana hasn’t come across her before – though there were several people she was yet to meet. The therapist had issues of her own; she was a little antisocial at times but her bipolar didn’t help either… There were some days where she was willing to be your best friend, but at the worst of times, she was a wreck – unwilling to let anybody cross paths with her. “Honestly, most people were probably too captivated by the brawl to have even noticed that you were caught up in the middle of it, lovely. You’re fine – I promise. If anybody tries to ridicule you, come and tell one of us. It’s what we’re here for.” Helping the blue haired beauty hobble through the door, Dana gave a sigh – a smile still painting across her features however, as she immediately went to the wardrobe – pulling out a plain white shirt that looked similar enough to the one that Ingrid was already wearing. “This should do. It might be a little baggier, I’m a little – top heavy I guess. Are you okay?”

Playing music was like turning his brain off. Was like dimming the lights. It has always been like this. Whenever school had been a shitshow, whenever Rose was out but he couldn’t relax and when she was gone and the world was nothing but a shithole. Even though he started playing when he got back at Brielle and had his fingers rested for over a year…! “I-I don’t know….” He said his fingers missing a few keys before being back at the right point of the music. “It’s not just during the day, It’s just the heaviest then. Like during the night time it is all so much quieter, not as bright and loud. It just makes it easier~ You know.” The waves of feeling bad, and over sensitive just came like a wave. It could be days in a row one moment worse then another, or just months of nothing and then just BAM a crashing of everything. Those were the worse, they actually felt like a punch in the stomach. Light dancing in front of his eyes, every little sound too harsh. “I- I have never heard of it… What is it?”

Flustered. As his fingers stammered over piano keys, his own nerves getting the better of him – Dana picked herself up from her stool, plonking herself next to Charlie and giving him a nudge. “Keep going… It’s just a few notes.” As his fingers continued to glide along the zebra like keys decorating the piano, the brunette pulled her hair over to one shoulder – her bare one barely brushing up against the boy as she sat close to him, in case he needed a hand in playing the piece. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d played a duo on one keyboard… There was a guy, once upon a time, who she quite liked – it ended weirdly but neither of them came out hurt. “It’s basically where you’re sensitive to things surrounding you – common sounds might be painful or overwhelming, light can sometimes be a blinding. What wouldn’t bother any normal being might truly affect you – causing you to feel dizzy or nauseous. Does that sound about right?”

Sebastian grinned devilishly at the girl seeing her getting ready to strike. They haven’t met before this event, but fuck he was glad he got someone fun as a partner. Dana was a competitive little shit and even if he was in better condition she was someone he had to watch out for despite her smaller build.

The moment his attention turned to the patients she would jump out from the side and at the end of the first round she actually got him to sweat, which he respected, but had no intention of loosing.

Seb was petty, competitive and will win this game.

“I usually don’t mind, but not this time sweetheart!” he yelled back and cocked his water gun hearing the kid counting down.

The therapist KNEW that the doctor was competitive… She had seen him interacting with the patients as though he was a GIANT CHILD himself. With narrowed eyes, chocolate hues barely peeping through, the everlasting smirk on her face only intensified. For each time she heard her name being chanted, Sebastian’s was too – their own armies arguing against the battlefield… There was no hiding that both staff members were rather relaxed – which is why they both held a likeability. Perhaps, more so Seb than Dana as she had a history for lashing out but nevertheless, she loved her job. With her water pistol already full, getting into position too, Dana gave a SARCASTIC roll to her eyes before whispering across the sand ‘DREAM ON’. It wasn’t loud but it was readable… He would know exactly what she had said. Momentarily, all things around them PAUSED. Amongst the cheering – staff members screaming in praise too – the numbers were as clear as day… Five, four, three, two, one.

The tactic was to dart across the field and as close to him as she could – she was going to WIN. One pump, two pump, three pump four… Bullets of water came spiralling from the tip, hitting Sebastian right in the face – the beauty aiming the gun hoping that she was temporarily blinding him. Giggles fled from her cherries, eyes glistening as he continued to aim and miss, each time she shuffled around in front of him but surely, her gun had ran out and her bucket was on the other side of the ‘pitch’, awaiting to fill up her current gun. “Shit, shit, shit…”

Even though therapy wasn’t mandatory in camp Crypto, it was something that was being encouraged. Especially when you didn’t feel well and just needed a ear. Sessions being planned whenever you would need one instead of a weekly/daily thing. He hadn’t seen Dana for a session since they got here. But now he could really need one. It was all just a bit too much today. He had even spent little to no time with Noah, hiding in the woods alone, or in his cabin until Demi came back. No with the sun down, the stars twinkling in the sky, his therapist sitting near the fire with a handful of her instruments. He liked the warm Mexican weather, but liked it even more when the sun went down. The heat still in the air, but the sand and the sea cooling down oh so quickly. His toes dug themselves into the cooling sand as he looked into the brown hues of the woman in front of him. Her questions slowly landing middle in the mess of his head. “I-I don’t know dude… I really don’t I guess as long as I know. Even when I was a little kid I felt like the sun could be too bright or the sounds too hard. The doctor called it ‘migraine’ but I and Rose never really believed it… Just because I doesn’t feel like a proper migraine.” He said slowly getting up taking the keyboard from the female. Sitting down in the sand his back against a stone as his fingers delicately played some music. “It always has been like this. Somedays not even leaving my bed because even my own breathing would be too loud… Rose would be able to get me over it most of the time… But without her here… It’s- It has been hard Dana… I’m- I’m just so sick of it~” 

Continuing to sit on her stool, fingers clasping together as she listened to Charlie talk and play in SYNCHRONISATION – she let out a few calming breathes, head tilting to one side as her knuckles clicked in the palms of her own hands. “A migraine? How often did you get these ‘migraines’, Charlie? I’m just thinking… If it was often, then it wasn’t just the ODD migraine and I don’t think it could be connected to your insomnia… You say it happens in the day time, right? My only suggestion would have been that you convinced yourself you were having migraines as a reason for being awake, but… That doesn’t sound right. It almost sounds like it could be sensory processing sensitivity. Do you know what that is?” Brown coloured hues fell down to his hands, roaming freely across the keyboard – playing a melody almost as beautiful as hers was… Music was such a BEAUTIFUL thing and being able to share your passions with other people was just as beautiful – it helped people come together, particularly in the case of Dana and Charlie.

It happened quickly. She’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, two people shoving one another, one body crashing into the petite brunette’s, her red drink spilling over the front of her outfit. Her cheeks by now probably matched the bloody color staining her shirt. It seemed as if she couldn’t enjoy anything about this place - almost as if she were entirely invisible. Blue eyes scanned the scene, attempting to determine how many people witnessed her mortification. 

Having been crossing through the camp with her guitar packed over her shoulder, the brunette smiled - chocolates irises glazing across the campsite. There was something so RELAXING about being away from work... Even though she was practically still AT work. Being torn away from her trail of thought the second she saw two people forcefully pushing against one another, her footsteps stopped, taking in the situation - Cory and Sebastian had dived in between the two males whose chests were pushed out like snakes, but there was somebody else in the background looking HUMILIATED. Concerned brows lifted into worry as she darted over to the brunette, holding her up by the arm as she regathered herself. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. I mean, a little bit DAMP but okay... We’ll get out of here and get you cleaned up. My cabin is literally THERE, I’m sure I have a spare shirt.” 

“Can’t wait for Jason Vorhees to kill us all “

"Well, one thing’s for sure... Freddie Krueger won’t be coming ANYWHERE near by.” With a smirk, chocolate pools landed back against the flames that continued to CRACKLE... With a beer in hand, Dana lifted the neck to her lips - golden liquid gliding down her throat so effortlessly as the day had finally begun to catch up on her... Who knew that patients of a hospital could be SO energetic? “I can’t believe Seb even initiated an after party... I can tell that I’m getting OLD... Maybe not as old as you though, Lance.”

“Yeah~ I’m totally fine!” Speaking the truth to his therapist was still something Charlie Swann did not do, Why would he make another human being worry about him even if that said person was being payed for it. It was a familiar piece. Something Charlie used to play a lot when Rose was still around. It was a piece of music that calmed his sister down during studying for her big tests. Just the memory made his headache worse. Even though the memory was so bittersweet. The boy still loved the song, just played it not as often as he used too, avoiding it on days like these. Feeling his gut come up, his eyes watering up, his head groggy. “O-Okay I’m~ I’m not fine at all. Not even tired. Just so~ I don’t even know what I am… I just no I’m not fucking fine!” The boy said his hands in his hair as he couldn’t get rid of the frustration. He sat down against the side of the piano, feeling the cold ground underneath him. Feeling a little more grounded, his eyes closed as he tried to concentrate on his breathing. A thing Estelle used to tell him whenever he felt like everything became a little too harsh, a little too much. “It’s like the world turned up it’s volume and brightness, it’s- It’s nauseating.”

Therapy was something that they wanted to be continued – even throughout Camp Crypto… It was understandable, really. Even though they weren’t physically in the asylum anymore, this was still like a hospital – the staff were everywhere; medics on sight just in case it was needed, security roaming the perimeter as if it was their regular job. There was something more RELAXED about this atmosphere and yet, Charlie still seemed panicked. As her digits glided over the keyboard, continuing to play as an attempt to soothe him – chocolate irises closely followed Charlie’s actions, until he sat down on the bench opposite. A small sigh lifted from her lips, head tilting to the side as she EFFORTLESSLY played without even having to look – knowing where each and every key was… “How long has this been happening for? It sounds like it could be linked to your insomnia, Charlie – although I’m not certain. Tell me more, do you… Do you want to play for a while? Would that help”