MISS SUGAR PINK

meg stifled a laugh, leaning back against the couch and sliding to lean partially against the dark haired boy. “you mean ‘series of unfortunate events’, baby.” she grinned, eyes twinkling. “but--- wow. really? your dad is making you go to parties? how much of a stick in the mud are you?” she nudged him gently, bursting into a peel of laughter as she did so. meg wasn’t sure how she decided the curry would be a good kid to hang with at this party but--- she was glad she picked him. he seemed interesting so far. fun. holding her hand out for the bottle back again, the agent shrugged. “i know some folks like that. nothin’ wrong with it. long as you don’t get goo goo eyes with me we’re all good. i’m a girls’ girl is all. hard for some guys to get that.”

“that’s because you’re a baby. just wait until you hit that big two-one. all the good drinks you want.” she laughed, leaning against the other girl, slinging her arm across her shoulder. “but i’m a good bad influence, so have all of the good stuff you want, sweetcake.” she paused, making a face. “and you’re telling me. i don’t want a repeat of last year. no thanks.”

meg’s brows scrunched up at the boy’s little smirk, her head tilting up, nose up. “pssht. no. usually i’m sharing it with some pretty girl and getting some.” she rolled her eyes, moving to sit down on the arm of the couch, offering the bottle to the atlantean. “but i guess you can do for now. don’t expect none’a’this though. off limits to guys.”

meg couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the dark haired boy, shaking her head. those water dwellers. “no, babe. the parties. that’s what we’re celebrating!” she reached out for his hand after shoving the bottle of vodka under her arm, moving to forcefully make the atlantean high five her free hand. “that’s what we’re high fiving about.”

“find it? please.” meg rolled her eyes, smirking. “i have a deal with the local store. i get all the good stuff whenever it comes in. frequent customer perks~” she let out a sharp laugh, eyeing dani. “we’re all gonna need it to survive the school year.”

[text to ‘lie lie <3′] : ?????? the blue one??? [text to ‘lie lie <3′] : thrs toothpaste & a brush & a vodka bottle [text to ‘lie lie <3′] : no shamp tho [text to ‘lie lie <3′] : did w pack the booze but not bath stuff?????? [text to ‘lie lie <3′] : .......... [text to ‘lie lie <3′] : shoppin trip????

          meg had only been back at school for a day or two. she hadn’t gotten           many visitors yet, just a few faces stopping by to say hello and see           how she was doing. most of them had been expected, normal visitors---           this, however, was not an expected visit. (blake carter? really?) she had           almost choked on her own saliva when she saw the blonde walk through           her door, half expecting it to have been krys or lyra. “---blake?” she looked           around the room, brow poised and face unbelieving. “---you’re looking for           lyra, right?” she pursed her lips together, eying the other girl hard. “she’s out.           be back later. brb. you get it.” she waved her hand dismissively. “what did           you guys fight about? she didn’t mention it over break.”

“first day back! we all know what that means, right?--- come on. don’t leave me hanging.” she pushed her hand out again, grinning smugly down at the other.

[text to ‘lie lie <3′]: wait fuck [text to ‘lie lie <3′]: did u pack our shampoo & shit or was i spose to?? [text to ‘lie lie <3′]: i cant even rmember wat we packed & left now fuuuucckk [text to ‘lie lie <3′]: lyyyrraaaaaaaa

meg stiffled a laugh, one hand up on her mouth with a brow raised as she watched the redhead across from her talk. the agent gave a little snort, dropping her hand to cross her arms. “damn, gis. not that i blame you--- hell yeah to wrecking any guy--- but still. damn. how’d the fool get your number anyway?”

[ text to ‘lie lie’ ]: ): ): ): ): ): LYRA MY ANGELBBYCAKE[text to ‘lie lie’]: IM SRRY [text to ‘lie lie’]: missions & shit u kno my dad[text to ‘lie lie’]: i miss u 2[text to ‘lie lie’]: r u drinking without me bbygirl????

back from missions just in time to see the return of kidnapped students. she might have had some awful timing but, whatever. she was here now. “no can do, sweet cheeks. get better first and then i’ll personally take you out of here.” meg smiled gently, walking into the room. “sanctioned get better visit and gift from miss meg fury-chang.” she placed the vase of flowers she was carrying down on the table. she knew freya mostly from name alone but, still. “how you feeling?”

meg snorted, pushing her hands behind her head as she surveyed the younger girl, one brow raised. “depends on what you’re sorry for, angel. i think expensive gifts always work, though--- unless it’s a girlfriend and they’re a real sentimental type. maybe just a heartfelt apology?”