DELINQUENT / PUNK

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“I HAVE MORE SELF RESPECT THAN THAT,” as much as mocking Heather by dressing up as her for Halloween sounded hilarious, Gwen would rather be dead than attempt even the bare minimum to look and sound like Heather. Just thinking about it sent shivers doun her spine. “Vampires are overrated anyway. And she strikes more as a Medusa anyway.”

     GRINNING WIDELY, GEOFF WASTED NO TIME in taking a seat on the backside of the motorcycle. Good thing this seat was big enough for two people. And his hat won’t fall off if Duncan makes them go at high speed! Look at him, always ready for anything. “Let’s surprise DJ with this. He’s gonna lose it!”

     “ISN’T IT YOURS TOO?” WELL, IF HE WANTS TO BE LIKE THAT then two can play that game. Duncan doesn’t intimidate her, not in the slightest. Oh well, not like she cared anyway, given how Gwen nonchalantly walked in and went inside the first free bathroom stall ( which was… All of them ) “Didn’t know your hair routine started at like 1am with nothing but the sound of crickets and flies accompanying you.”

the dingy bar is hazy with smoke twisting tendrils in the moving spotlights -- whites to cool blues and magentas taking to the air as the little, unknown punk band makes their break on the stage.  duncan has his elbow propped against the bar, which he leans against, his beer bottle held in his free hand.  he can feel the bounce of gwen’s knee against his hip from where she sits on the one stool that was vacant by the time they arrived at the bar, still with a good enough view of the stage over the heads of the crowd.

he feels hazy, like the smoke, but in a good way.  he takes another sip from his drink, slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth when the song hits a particularly sweet guitar riff.  he nods his head and glances back up to gwen to check her thoughts.

the overhead lamp, though dimmed, makes something of a halo behind her head; her dark eyes lined in their makeup, hooded with what he takes as interest.  duncan raises a brow, head jerking slightly towards the stage, it’s too loud to really have a conversation, but he leans in to gloat a little bit -- told ya they’d be good --  anyway. before he can, his cheek is redirected; his mouth is found by hers.