short and angry

Pam was having the worst of luck. She had a little run in with the cops and just barely got away. So now when she thought she heard sirens, the red head wasn’t taking chances she ran into the closest boutique in front of her made her way to the back, almost knocking over a rack of clothes she slid into a small dressing room. before her eyes met the other, “ just move along with your business and you’ll be fine pretend I’m not here.” She cautioned giving the other a series look.

Tina stopped everything she was doing as the other barged in, and amused look coming over her face. “Do I have to pretend you’re not here or can I pretend that you’re here to help me? I’ll let you stay if you can help me pick out my next date outfit,” she bartered, figuring she could get something out of this if the other was going get something.

“ Oh you know, just the usual, sympathy, money for the bus, just a few dollars so I could feed my ‘children’ “ Nick listed off all the possible reasons he could come up with to get a little cash out of people. “ Although the handicap parking space isn’t a bad idea either. “ 

( * closed event starter for @dealerofdust / tina. )

“I hope you know that Slightly is going to be more than pissed off when he figures out that I’ve ditched him tonight for you and have no intention paying him any attention.” A snort of amusement escaped Peter as he rested his hands upon Tina’s hips. He pulled her closer to him and pressed her body against his, hoping that she wouldn’t pull away from him. “Which means you’ll have to enjoy this before he decides whether or not he’s going to seek petty revenge or not. Do you think this is worth it?” He wet his lips as he stared down at her.

Sebastian was in his element, whether or not he wanted to admit it. Town sponsored events weren’t exactly his type of thing considering he preferred more intimate setting such as nightclubs or lowkey parties, but this gave him the opportunity to get acquainted with a few new faces and old all in one. He was nursing his third drink when he noticed someone who caught his eye, downing the rest that was in the cup before deciding to approach them. He tipped his sunglasses that completed his greaser inspired look, eyes all pupils. The black pigmentation of his irises could have been excused as a trick of lighting but there was more to it. It also happened to be the explanation for his hunger for attention. “I could offer you a drink or engage in small talk but I’d rather not waste time.” He wet his lips. “There are two options here: we dance and you let me take you home afterward or we skip all of that and get the hell out of here.”

TINA: you have to go with me to this

TINA: but do we have to bring slighty?

TINA: i know he's practically attached to you

“You must think you’re so brave up here telling me to fuck off. Since you clearly have the mental capacity of a small child let me explain how this will work, you will move out of my way without another sound or you’ll have made an enemy today. Choose wisely”.

Tina couldn’t help the snort that came out of her. She’d never met anyone so brazen before, and she was constantly surround by males. “You don’t need bravery to deal with someone as stuck up as you. Fine, make me an enemy of yours. I’d love to see what that entails. And, while you’re thinking up your big bad plan to take me down, the process will teach you how to fucking wait for thirty seconds.”

     The fact that there was another full moon approaching made Benjamin feel uneasy. The last few months when the moon was hanging brightly in the sky, he had suffered these intense blackouts. One particular night when he woke up covered in blood caused him to do some research, all signs pointing to an unthinkable truth. Just the thought made his skin crawl and he wasn’t entirely sure how to address the problem. He was trying to plot some sort of plan out when he turned to someone nearby, “If I gave you fifty bucks would you be willing to chain me to my bed?” He paused, realizing the implications of the question. “I mean that in the least kinky way possible.”

Azula stood up. A bowl of mostly eaten noodles in hand. The worst part of the restaurant were the annoying peasants standing around in the girl’s way. “ Do you mind getting out of the way, there are important people who have better things to do then wait for you. Besides you might wanna save some food for others, you could break the chair.”

Tina stopped the moment she heard the other speak up, turning to give the other an easy glare. “Better watch out, I might just take a bite out of you if I can’t appease my hunger. Or, better yet, fuck off and don’t pester people about what they eat or their weight just because you’re too childishly impatient.”

“ Okay you are definitely judging me right now. “ Nick observed out loud. While he wasn’t exactly the most outgoing of people he certainly couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tell a good story. Especially when that story involved bragging about just how clever he was. “ Look faking an injury really isn’t the worst thing you could do. “ he protested. “ I mean imoral, sure. Slightly insulting even, but certainly not the worst. “ he added, shaking his head in disagreement. “ Besides can you really blame me? I have a pair of crutches and a fake cast at home just waiting to be used. “ 

“What like eating it with your fingers would be sexier or something?” Blue asked, a frown gracing her features. It really wasn’t something she thought about often, or just about ever really, and the idea of the sticky fruit on her fingers was less than appealing. “Yeah sorry, if you’re looking for someone to exchange flirting tactics I’m probably not the right person.” If anything she was a little relieved to hear she didn’t come off that way either. It just wasn’t the sort of attention Blue would ever want to acquire. Still, she managed to laugh a little at the wink. The girl seemed nice after all, not like some weird man who might’ve approached her. “Yeah? Romantic enough to make up for my sheer lack of charm though?” 

blue rarely wound up in coffee shops. they were overpriced, smelled weird, and everyone was usually loud and annoying. unfortunately it was much too cold to eat yogurt in the park like she wanted to, so she had wound up there, buying a small cup of tea just so she would feel like a jerk when she pulled out her cup of yogurt from home as well as her own spoon in the shop. it took her barely anytime to finish the snack, despite hardly touching her tea during the process. “hey.” she didn’t particularly like reaching out to strangers, but this was important. “do you want the fruit at the bottom.” she asked, holding out the plastic cup.” sure enough, there pushed aside at the bottom was the little chunks of fruit that had come with the yogurt, the worst part in blue’s opinion. still, she didn’t want to waste it. “i’ll get you a plastic spoon if you’re weird about that sort of thing.”

V Sebastian had beads of sweat dripping down from their forehead as they leaned against the mirrored wall of the dance studio. Somehow when they were dancing they had turned the ankle the wrong way and it was making it difficult to stand but they knew they had to push through the pain. It was no surprise they hadn’t heard the door open over the loud music that was blasting from the portable speaker they had brought along with them. But when they noticed that they weren’t alone anymore, they quickly stumbled over to the device and turned it off so they could properly hear. “Sorry… uh. Did you need to use this room?” They knew people used this room for things other than dancing and hadn’t previously checked to see if it was reserved.

one could say she was picky, others would say straight up bitch. it took a lot to impress regina george, so when the other had swore they’d show her something impressive, she paid attention. but of course, she found the whole thing a total bore. “…wow, if you looked up anti climax in the dictionary there would totally be a video of what just happened.”

tina gave the girl a dead look. anyone she knew would have been excited over the small score of coke she had. but, apparently, regina wasn’t fit to blend in with tina’s sort. “you’re kidding me, right? i just offered you the best deal ever and you thought it was boring? well, now we both see just how fun you really are,” she said, rolling her eyes as she pocketed the small bag again. “well, if you change your mind, blondie, you’ll know i have it. you’re missing out, though. this shit doesn’t fuck you over like how the pot heads got fucked over. it makes all your stress go away,” she tried to tempt.