Bad Girls Always Do It Better.

Owen nodded, taking another sip before wrapping his arm around her shoulder again to lead her over to where the games were. That’s when he caught the familiar sight of his room mate partying. “Asshole of a boyfriend, ten o’clock.” he pointed out as Fitz came into this part of the room as well. “This looks like a train wreck waiting to happen..” he said as the other two boys noticed each other. “Fitzgerald!” Owen called out, getting his attention along with Drew’s. Fitz came over, nursing his own drink that definitely was something mixed.

Marisol looked up and saw her boyfriend, her heart rate picking up and her smile faltering a little, but coming back fairly quickly as she socialized with her peers. She tried really hard not to draw her attention to Drew. She nodded to Fitz as he approached Owen, taking a swig of her own drink and continuing to play card games with her friends.

Shoot Straight

“Opposites attract, right?” he chuckled a little as he looked over at her. “I won’t bite..” he said, his eyes wandering over like he was trying to figure out her stance. He always studied people, like trying to track everyone’s movements. Sometimes she felt unreadable, but instead of being on edge about it, he was okay with it. Cook knew she wasn’t going to hurt him, she could have all the power to do something, but he knew she wouldn’t. 

Marisol looked up at him and laughed nervously, uncrossing her arms and approaching him. “Yeah... But on the inside, I don’t think we’re so so opposite.” She told him, placing a hand on his chest and smiling up at him. 

Shoot Straight

Cook kissed her lips once again before letting go of her. Affection wasn’t something he was familiar with anymore so he didn’t move to hold her hand, only motioned her to follow his head as he lead the way to his room. He had been there before, the first day she was there. In fact there was probably still dried blood splatter in the sink. Once he was in the room, he took off his boots, making sure they were ready to go by the door. He had a little routine. Cook lifted his shirt, getting the gun and holster out before placing that right by his bed before sitting on it. That’s when he looked back at Marisol. “I barely sleep..” he confessed, his icy eyes looking up at her. “That’s why I asked you to stay because you calm me.

Marisol leaned against the wall, taking a moment to just breathe. She nodded at him, pushing off the wall as he started walking and crossing her arms over her chest, goosebumps showing up her arms. Marisol shut the door behind them, watching Cook remove his boots and shirt. She had no idea he kept a gun under there. She didn’t think anyone did. Marisol looked up at him and gave a slight smile. “Well, I can assure you... You have the opposite effect on me. In a good way.” She said quietly.

Owen kept his eyes on Fitz for a bit, knowing he’s been a bit of mess since his mom got sick. He wished that the other wasn’t here. He should be at home with his mom, instead of denying what was going to happen. He turned to Marisol, taking another shot before grabbing a beer. “Do you want to do something.. I thought I saw some drinking games.” Owen stated before grinning a little as he took a sip of his beer. 

Marisol continued to look casually around at the party-goers, searching for Drew in their midst. She turned to Owen as he spoke to her, beginning to mix herself a drink. She nodded. “Sure,” She projected, smiling into her drink as she tasted it to see if it needed more alcohol. 

“Sounds good to me.” he grinned down at her before leading to where he could see some drinks. Owen kept his own eyes peeled for both guys as they walked over to the table. There were tons of shots lined up. He picked one, taking it immediately, making a bit of a face. He grabbed another before turning around to glance over the crowd before shaking his head. “Found one.. not yours though.” he said to Marisol over the noise. He knew he’d find Fitz here, doing his thing as usual. He just wanted to check on his friend because they recently were in a fight so they weren’t exactly talking right now.

Marisol watched the room nonchalantly, her eye still wandering to Owen as he approached the alcohol table, taking a shot for himself. Marisol listened to him speak and realized that Owen’s best friend Fitz was there. She didn’t really know anything about Fitz, besides what his reputation had told her. Marisol went to get herself a cup full of hunch punch and sipped lightly.