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scout laughed, ❝‌  alright, i’ll go easy–  ‌❞ there was a pause as she waited for her to get into the tank, ❝‌  –but only because you asked nicely.  ‌❞ the brunette then tossed the first ball and just barely missed the target. with her next toss she didn’t mean to throw so hard, but because she did, the ball hit straight on the bullseye. ❝‌  shit, i was going to try and get it the third try!  ‌❞

She did not doubt the other girl, especially when the contraption gave way for her to fall into the cold water of the tank. It wasn’t deep, but it reached her neck making her entire body soaked. And a little bit cold. “Never doubted you for a second!” Samantha laughed as the operator helped her off the tank. After being handed a towel, she grinned at the girl. “Congratulations. Not everyone can hit the mark, which gives you bragging rights and you donated to the local animal shelter. Win-win! I’m Sam by the way.”

“Everyone’s a comedian these days,” he pointed out with an unamused expression on his face, looking from Charlotte to the damn bird which was now trying to peck at his ear. He was quick to jerk at the first pecking, cursing as the toucan took off and landed on the coat rack in his office. It took a moment but Kyle was back to giving the woman his attention, sighing heavily. “Why are you here again?” 

“Oh believe me Sherriff, I do not have that much of a sense of humor. It’s just ... very easy to make a comment. It’s sitting there, on your shoulder.” Charlotte watched as the bird tried to peck his ear off before flying towards the coat rack. “Well, I’m here on behalf of Mr. and Mrs. Wyatt. Their house is next to mine and keeps getting vandalized.” she continued, “TP’d, their trash being littered back all over their lawn and their mailbox being taken. To name a few. They’d come forward to the police if they weren’t so terrified. And I came straight to you for the sole reason of seeing all the fuss of the bird on your shoulder.” She shrugged, “But now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, I can just get another cop to help me out.”

“Maybe it’s the latter. You don’t exactly give me crackhead vibes,” he joked, grinning stupidly at her. “And trust me that’s a compliment.”  

“Honestly, yes. I will take that as a compliment. My mother would skin me alive if I ever give off crackhead vibes.” She pretended to shudder at the thought. Samantha shook her head at him before asking, “But how does one give off crackhead vibes? Just for science. That, and, so that I know what vibes to stay away from.”

“So what do I get for ten dollars?” JT raised an eyebrow, teasing. “I’ll take a wack at it please.” 

“Six tries. And a free shirt.” She replied jokingly, tilting her head with a small smile. She hands him the colored balls and climbs on to the tank. “I’m ready when you are!”

laughing, scout winked at her and reached to give her five dollars. ❝‌  i think it’ll only take me one try to get you wet,  ‌❞ there was a pause, then a soft little giggle. ❝‌  i’m kidding, but i’d watch out because i did play softball in highschool.  ‌❞

“Well, for the sake of fun and not to let your five bucks go to waste, please go easy on me.” She chuckled, giving the other three brightly colored balls before getting up in the dunk tank. “Ready?”

Freja looked down at the balls that were held out to her, before she started to giggle. “How long did you practice that little spiel before coming out here?” She joked. 

“About an hour. My first one hinted a wet t-shirt situation that I know would not go well.” She replied with a chuckle. “The second one, earned glares from our conservatives. So they say third time’s the charm so here I am with a freaking disclaimer with what’s about to happen.”

“Time will tell.” He joked with another life. It had barely even occurred to him that there were many people surrounding them who could think their conversation was crazy. He was just enjoying himself. “Who doesn’t love a good cliché every once in a while? It makes life go by a little easier. Plus, they’re fun.” He chuckled. It was been a long time since Wesley had probably talked to anyone like this, let alone an attractive women. With Samantha, even knowing her for the five minutes he did, it came with ease. At the mention of her mom, he laughed again before looking around. “Wow…She really did do you dirty.”

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“I have to agree. Clichés are really fun. Besides, it’s not like a mindfuck of a movie like Inception or something. I just came to watch to have a good time.” She smiled at him. However, her smile disappeared when she realized that her mother had left her as she couldn’t spot the small older woman anywhere. “I can not believe her.” Samantha said incredulously. “She drove us here! She was the one who wanted cupcakes for dessert. Oooh. She’s totally not getting the best cupcake now.” Oh, her mother was evil. Definitely evil. “And a dozen cupcakes? I swear, I might just eat these all on the way home.”

“Alright, you’ve given me a few ideas.” He smirked before nodding of understanding at the words she said. “I was at that point before. Asking the questions. It’s definitely made me thinking more about rings then I thought I ever would.” He chuckled at the thought, surprised it was in a positive light. “Oh-I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep mine. My mom got me hooked. I still watched Hallmark Christmas movies all year round. You know what’s going to happen the whole time, but you have to watch it still.” He couldn’t help but be rather surprised at how well the two instantly clicked he was halfway through pulling out his walled to pay until it was already done. He nodded at the girl and chuckled a bit. “Really, your mom’s harmless. There’s no worries-but next time it’s on me.” He insisted and put his wallet away.

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“Good. I’m sure I’ll love whatever you pick out for me.” Her shoulders raised as she giggled. Anyone listening on their conversation would probably be very confused right now. But she didn’t care. It was nice to have carefree conversation without her looking over her shoulder. But she had to remember that she’s home and no one knows her side job in San Francisco. “All the clichés that could happen will happen and I think I just find it pleasurable.” Giggling again, she shook her head. “No, my mother is anything but harmless... Okay, maybe a little harmless, but once she sets her mind at something she’s going to do it.” It didn’t escape her that he mentioned a next time. Honestly, she looked forward to it. Now she definitely want it to happen. She bit back a groan, her mother was seriously getting the best cupcake. “So..” She didn’t want her conversation to end, but they weren’t any excuses she could come up with. “Where is my mother?”