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Charlotte shrugs lightly, a silence hanging for a moment. "Mystery makes it easier to misunderstand and misinterpret things," she says quietly. She's speaking from pure experience, as someone who lives in their own head and analyzes things and feels things without voicing them out. She frowns before a shadow of a smile forms on her lips. "Touché. But even asking that smoothly isn't better, no?"

"I guess so," Rami agreed with a nod knowing he wasn't the most straightforward person when it came to this. He wondered if that was the reason he was having trouble. It'd be nice to find something new to blame instead of a particular brunette who found her way to his thoughts more often than not. "Well I'll have to test out and let you know! So what's your go to pick up line?" he grinned curious to hear her answer.

Kamaria would love to say she wasn't one to eavesdrop, but that would be a flat-out lie. People watching was somewhere in the top ten of her preferred activities when she was out, and this instance was no different, it was free entertainment. After grabbing her drink from the bartender she made her way over to an empty stool, crossing one leg over the other after she had settled in. " C'mon now, it wasn't that bad. " She remarked, the smile on her lips hidden by the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her drink. " At least, nothing a fire extinguisher and a little practice couldn't fix. "

"Maybe it was knowing you were listening that made me nervous!" He hadn't noticed her until that moment, and it didn't stop him from using it as an excuse. Her words were sweet but her smile hidden behind the glass said otherwise. Rami laughed at her next statement, "Well I don't have a direct visual of a fire extinguisher," he surveyed around them. "So I think some practice will have to do instead," he continued brushing his chin as if in thought. "So obviously the cheesy pickup line has gotta go, what do you think I should replace it with?" he asked Kamaria

In truth, Wyatt didn't have much interest in going out and connecting with anyone. Most of the time, he rathered to be on his own and having his personal life entwined with someone elses was always a little much for him. As it stood, the few people he'd crossed those lines within Hidehill were slim for a reason. "She wasn't my type, you know that. You're not doing much better, idiot. Too busy sitting here watching me - it's okay, I get it, but I've told you a thousand times, Rami... it'll never work between us."

"And what exactly is your type?" Rami countered the excuse gaze already scouring around them for whoever fit the description. "Never?" his tone dripping faux hurt. "Well I don't know how I'll get over this Wyatt...." the sarcasm seeping through as he nodded his head, "Yup, over it." he playfully nudged him before reaching for his drink. "How's business been? Y'know since..." he trailed not having been to the club for some nights now himself.

Rami sat idly as he listened to the conversation next to him, the attempts at flirting not coming across well. After a second he was fishing out his phone, "Should I call 911 cause I can't believe how badly you crashed and burned." he couldn't help but tease with a laugh. Not that his efforts had been any better. "Why do I feel like we're getting worse at this?"

“Dude, shut up. I was just warming up,” Dominic said, rolling his eyes at one of his best friends before letting out a chuckle. “Because you are getting old, my guy. Not me, though,” he cockily said. “Go on then. You decide who I hit up next in this club so you can see how it’s done. Any hot lady and I’ll get her number in five minutes, tops. Go.”

"Warming up huh?" Rami laughed with a shake of his head, "Now that's new!" he pulled his phone from his pocket quickly responding to some messages. The word old brought his attention, "Dude I'm only older than you by one year." he rolled his eyes faux annoyance in his tone. "If you can't, drinks are on your tab for the entire night." he places his phone back, gaze sweeping from wall to wall, landing on a woman who stood in a group who looked like she wished she was anywhere else. "Her."

Emir watched on, relieved as the woman took her leave from the seat beside him. Truthfully, there was a reason he had stayed away from the dating game for so long. “We’re not. The next time you have the bright idea for me to wingman you, ask someone that actually knows how all this bullshit works.” The surgeon countered, clamping a firm hand down upon the shoulder of his old friend. “Never again, Rami. I’d sooner shove toothpicks under my nail beds.”

"Oh come on!" Rami squeezed Emir's shoulders with a shake before settling back in his seat. "I wouldn't necessarily call that wingmanning me..." he teased lifting a hand to signal the bartender once more. "Oh come on, always with the dramatics Arslan! How you managed to get women before is beyond me." He wasn't doing too hot himself but his excuse was of a singular brunette he couldn't stop thinking about. "Okay who's catching your eye? I'll show you how a wingman should operate!"

She raised an eyebrow at him, "speak for yourself, loverboy." Without a word, they pushed the slip of paper in front of them towards him, nodding to it. "It may have been shit, but it still got me a number. Besides, playing dumb works better on people like me," they teased back, smirking. "You'd be surprised."

"Loverboy? I—" Rami was about to retort but the sight of paper with numbers scrawled on got him to shut up. "Okay well I stand corrected!" he chuckles with a shake to his head unsure of how that worked for Ruby, maybe it was more delivery than content. "Noted, next round on me if you divulge more tips!"

“Well,” Rami began pausing for a moment as he turned to Octavia. He felt like he was lost half the time with what when on in this town. He couldn’t imagine being thrown into for two weeks and the confusion that would create. “Short version people were murdered not to long ago and someone was caught for it,” While the others were dead he omitted, “and now an arm has been found… Better question for you is: why Nightrest?”

“That’s…” Octavia didn’t know what word best describes the situation, so she pulled a face that showed more than enough. “Oh, you better believe if I’d known or had a choice Nightrest wasn’t going to be my permanent pit stop.” When her savings went dry, Octavia couldn’t afford to continue her journey and that’s how she found herself in this, apparently cursed, town. “Some people do love their horror genre by the looks of it. You sure that someone is still where they’re supposed to be?”

"Yea." Rami nods agreeing, there wasn't really a word that summed up this town and the recent events. It was surreal to watch the town he grew up in begin to mirror movies he hated. If a clown started terrorizing children next he wouldn't be surprised. Definitely fucking moving, but not shocked. "What brought you here anyways?" he asks with a raised brow. More and more people had their paths leading to town. "Well if they're not the police are doing a worse job than they already are."

"Hm?" Charlotte's absolutely an eavesdropper, always curious with what's going on in people's lives because hers was so dull sometimes. "Maybe if people were a little more straightforward instead of attempting to be smooth, then things would go a different way." She's only saying this because she's never been naturally charming or smooth.

"Well, I guess it depends on the person..." Rami counters knowing many people who thrived on the chase. "Doesn't it ruin the mystery knowing right away?" he asks curious on her answer. He liked a bit of both but he found it hard to be utterly straightforward. Case in point his last relationship. "Someone comes up to you and says I'd like to take you back to my place, you're telling me that's better?"