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Fresh out the shower, Belkis' eyes are focused solely on her outfit for the following morning—which hardly takes much effort, but she does it anyway. One less thing to she doesn't have to worry about after waking up in the morning. "...I did. I can't remember the last time I drank like that," turning to give her sister a sweet smile, but biting back any of the 'juicy' details she probably shouldn't share. At least not right now. "What about you? Did you figure out how to get rid of the bull?" Because for most of the night, and the weeks that followed, that's all anyone seemed to talk about. The mention of Santi has another smile forming on Bel's lips, nodding her head to response. "Every time you go to a game, you're threatening to hit someone in the mouth. You think he'd really let you go to another?" But knowing him, he might. It was the older Kaplan that seemed to be most embarrassed whenever Fey got too into a game. "How's things with Grey? The girls?" She questions, finding herself a seat ontop of her own bed—eyes on her sister through the mirror.

"Good. You deserve to get shitfaced every once in a while. I should get you shitfaced this weekend," Fey says with a smirk. "Oh, I burned that shit immediately. Well, not me because I can not be within twenty feet of that thing after hearing what happened on it, but I did get people to do it, and now, Medusa has a 'no bulls' sign solely because of that," she says with a roll of her eyes. She still can't believe that had happened on what was supposed to be a birthday celebration for Mei. "It's called showing support, Belkis," Fey adds, snorting out a laugh. She probably shouldn't be allowed to watch sports in general, especially contact sports, just because she got really heated about it, especially during bad calls. "But don't worry, I cheered enough for the both of us," she points out as she makes herself feel more comfortable on her sister's bed. "Things with Grey are going great. Like, really, really great but oh, Sarah and I aren't friends anymore."

Ren smiles a little when Fey says Azra can handle herself, nodding at her in agreement. She is one of the boldest and strongest people he knows. Her directness had shocked him at first, not used to someone being so forward with what they need and with their interest, but he quickly grew to like that about her. "She is amazing." Fey's questions makes him pause, clearing his throat at the directness of it. Fey is another bold person he knows. It's not surprising at all they're best friends. He didn't mind if this entire chat was going to get back to Azra; however, if there was anything she wanted to know, he'd rather she ask him. How does he even answer this? "It's just her," he answers. "I'm not with anyone else." Because even though they agreed on something casual and open, Ren isn't interested in anyone else, nor is he the type to sleep around. He coughs at her next question. "—You're asking the deep stuff." What did Azra tell her? "Um." He pauses, rubbing the nape of his neck. "We both agreed to keep things... as they are right now. I mean, I like her a lot." He clears his throat. How does he explain to her what's going inside of his head? That he's been going through so much? "I don't know if she wants more than what we are right now." Even though the signs have pointed to a yes, Ren's a bit slow and daft when it comes to matters like this. How he sees it, Azra agreed to things and didn't outright express wanting something official and serious. "But also... um, I don't know if I'd be what she wants or needs and I want to be that."

Fey merely nods at Ren's answer, filing the little tidbit in her brain for later, for when she'd tell her best friend all about it. A frown forms on her lips then, because she doesn't want to tell either of them what to do, but she also wants to knock their heads together because she feels like they both want the same thing, but just don't want to outwardly say it. She gets it, though. It took her a long time to get into her relationship with Greyson and if her boyfriend wasn't the kind of person that he was, she probably would have been absolutely horrible at talking about her feelings too. "What do you want?" Fey asks, her eyebrows raising. "Forget about what Azra wants for a second. What do you want, if you're going to be completely honest with yourself?"

"Fine," Fey said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. It wasn't often Grey asked her for things, and the thought made her gaze soften slightly as she squeezed his hand back. "You're lucky you're cute," she added, smirking. "Far-fetched how? Just fill a tumbler with lighter fluid, throw it over her head then throw a lit match at her. Easy peasy," Fey said before narrowing her eyes at him. "Are you calling me a witch right now?" She asked him, then suddenly making a face with a satisfied expression. "Because thank you. I would have made a great witch," Fey added as she brushed her hair back over her shoulder. "Damn, you hate country that much?" She asked, snorting out a laugh. She found it cute, actually, because she hated that genre of music too. "Guess I should consider myself lucky you even came to the party then?" Fey teasingly asked, an eyebrow raising before she listened to him order, already knowing he'd get it right. "He should come see you," she muttered, letting go of his hand so she could straddle him, to be able to face him as they have this conversation, and also as an excuse just to be near him and run her hands through his hair. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby," Fey pointed out.

"As much as I like how revenge looks on you, I don't know if you'll be able to get out of setting someone on fire." Grey realized he's completely biased when it came to Fey, because he was sitting here hearing her talk about something so vile and yet it didn't make him feel any different about her. He knew how she can get, but he accepted it and sometimes dared to try and change her mind. "I hate country and I hate the person who gave the idea in first place," he doesn't usually care, but the amount of times his and Fey's names were in Rory's mouth annoyed him and very obviously rubbed him the wrong way. He can take all the crap from his friends, but there was a line that people were slowly starting to cross and his usual laid back demeanor was cracking underneath. "I don't know if we'll talk any time soon if I wait for him to show up," Grey was willing to go to Dom, he didn't want to let a friendship that's been going on for years to fall apart for something as stupid as this. "I already got too many people I've lost. I can't lose someone who's still here." His hand moved through her hair, running down her arm and resting on her leg. "Come on, food's gonna be here soon."

azra: at least she talked to you

Sarah 📲 Feyza

Feyza: because you sometimes act like an idiot sarah