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Aspen nodded her head along, listening intently to Natalia’s words. It was good advice, however there was a high chance that Aspen wouldn’t put it to use. Confrontations had never been her strong point. There was a weight that had lifted from her shoulders, not because her issue had been solved but because the topic had swiveled away from her problem. A grin pulled her lips upright, “me?” She asked, a mock gasp escaping her as she threw a hand across her heart, in classic Aspen Marchesa fashion, “I always take care. I’m the most responsible person here.”

Liana laughed slightly at the other girl’s words, looking at the handwriting on the napkin she was shown. “Well that’s quite the situation you’ve got yourself in.” Was all she could bring out at this point, she waited for a second to think of anything to say about it. “I mean, it’s not bad but maybe –” She cut her words off as she thought. “Maybe pretend that there was something, otherwise he might still try contacting you, you know?” She said, not sure in what exact words it would be expressed.

“It’s not that I want to drop contact with him all together. I’m perfectly okay with being friends I just - I’m not into him in that kind of way. I don’t want a boyfriend.” Her tongue darted out licking her lips as her nose scrunched at the thought. She was someone who many considered to be a serial dater, nothing serious ever evolving on Aspen’s end. “So your saying I should go along and pretend I was his girlfriend this whole time?” 

Fingers tap the counter quickly, a cue for the bartender to get another round as James slides into his seat beside Aspen after stepping out for a smoke. His head turns slowly, glancing at the dark brunette with an unamused expression. “I was gone five fuckin’ minutes, and you’re telling me in that time you managed to get yourself involved with a lad without actually knowing you did?” Eyebrows perked up in slight disbelief. His eyes flicked down to the small napkin, reading the short ‘letter’ Aspen had addressed to her suitor. “Get rid of the xoxo, that’s way too honeyed. Actually, the friends bit is also unnecessary. You want him off your back don’t you?” James reached for his new glass of whiskey, and turned towards her. “I could have a chat with,” his gaze dropped down to the napkin briefly, “Jason. If you’d like.” He sipped on his drink, mischievous swimming in his eyes.

“I mean, in those five minutes he walked in and gave me a peck on the lips and proceeded to introduce me to his friends as his girlfriend before walking over to play pool  but the entire thing has been going on for a little bit longer...” She paused, offering a tight lipped smile, “--for weeks James, I’ve been putting it off for weeks.” Her chin fell into the palm of her hand with a soft exhale as she listened to his suggestions, “so basically,” her hand moved to the napkin, scrunching it up, “I should just toss this idea completely?” A grin ghosted her lips before it quickly faded and she was shaking her head, “no.” Aspen said before he had even finished talking, “no, you’re not having a chat with him. He’s nice. And a chat with you would most likely end with him with a black eye and you in handcuffs or in some bar brawl with the bouncers.” she pulled her frozen daiquiri closer to her, taking a sip as her chin found residence in her palm once more, "i'll just put it off for another day and come up with something better. Don't worry about it." She said, with a shrug, not wanting to linger on the topic long, "hey, is it nice outside?”  

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“ does ANYONE like breaking up with people?” nat thought out loudly, eyebrows raised before her gaze fell on the girl again. “ jason’s his name right… he sounds boring already.” she randomly commented, rather appalled at the conclusions people would make up from small and polite gestures. “ he was probably desperate. you need to really figure out who your true friends are, asp. i don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.” the girl sighed, taking another sip of her beverage. “ you know where he lives but not his email address? i’m hurt.”

"No, I guess not but...” Aspen trailed, wracking her mind to find a good excuse before coming up blank and letting out an exhale that vibrated her lips. She shrugged, “He’s actually really nice, I don’t know, ... maybe I led him on, or something. I’ve been told I come off flirty when I really don’t mean to.” Her eyebrows wiggled at Natalia playfully with only a hint of a smile lingering on her rosebud lips. “It’s kind of hard to figue that out until something happens and they show that they aren’t my true friends,” she mumbled, eyes watching as her straw stirred the frozen mixture in the margarita glass. “Tomorrow then,” she said looking up, her cheek resting in the palm of her hand, “I’l find out his email address and do it then.” At this point the girl was merely grasping onto anything that would delay the deed.

“I don’t blame you, I do it to sometimes. But why don’t you just straight up just tell him?” She questioned wondering why just the napkin. “Oh, he’s here?” Lindy’s eyes widened in surprise as her head turned towards the pool table where she saw a tall and very attractive guy. “I mean yeah I can go up to him and tell him if you want.” She replied picking up the soggy napkin with her fingers and waving it around with her words. “I’ll hand him the napkin and everything, but why would you want to break up with that hunk of specimen?” Lindy questioned the girl wondering what could possibly be so wrong with such a beautiful model like man that one would want to end things.

“Yeah, we kind of... came here together with a group of friends.” She answered, sheepishly before her hands folded together on the mahogany surface her head turning to face the girl as a grin found its way onto sun kissed features, “You think he’s a hunk? That’s perfect then, really. I’ll ‘end’ things with him and you can swoop in and knock him right off his feet. Problem solved. Nobody gets hurt. You get the hunk.”   

He always found something soothing about studying in a bar, well typing that is - A mac book and whiskey went swimmingly together for Kyle, including the usual stranger he would end up talking to, or hooking up with. The voice caught him a little off guard as he rose his head  from his laptop, his expression cold as he took one look at the girl before him, not even noticing her arrival. As she spoke, Kyle closed the mac book to give her his full attention, his lips twisted upwards as she paused to think of what she was asking. As soon as he heard her, Kyle rose an eyebrow, his mouth gaped and he could only let out a ‘huh’. “Just tell Jason to fuck off” he said with amusement, Kyle was never one to hold back his filthy tongue. “Well first off all, loose the fake guilt.  You’re absolutely loving this. How about snap a picture of yourself with another guy to him - a good old picture of kissing another guy” Kyle said with a shrug before looking down at the napkin and then back up the glassy eyed girl. “I’ll even be your object in your twisted game” he stated with a smirk, looking at her with a raised brow.

A tiny nose scrunched with every passing word that flitted out of the boy’s mouth as a form of advice. The raven haired beauty shook her head, her lips tugging into a roguish smile, “sadly, I’m not a pro of breaking up with anyone, thing or place -- like I’m sure you are considering the great tips you just gave me. I’d dub you my hero if I were the type of girl who kissed just to spite.” Her lips down-turned feigning a pout as her tone took a dramatic route, “alas, I’m not and the twisted game will have to wait because Jason really isn’t that bad of a guy.” She pulled her frozen margarita closer to her again, “if you’re looking for a kiss out of me, you’re going to have to steal it - and you’d have to be one hell of a thief for that,” her tone was playful, teasing and mildly flirtatious as it always was, as she brushed her lips against the straw, drinking the frozen concoction.