all of the lights

Exhaling another breath, Mason pulled his ukele down in front of his torso, his hands shaking as he held onto the instrument. His throat had now started to run dry and he could feel his entire weight piling down onto his legs, that felt like they were struggling to keep him stood upright. This was such a bad idea. Swallowing hard, Mason then looked to the left of him as someone approached, a weary smile forcing its way onto his lips. “I-I.. I play.” He answered with a stutter. “But.. N-never like this.” It was incredibly embarrassing on his part, though at least no-one knew he was the face behind the music he would supply to the internet… always hidden with a mask. 

Sloan could pick up on a lot of the signs that the guy was incredibly nervous and her heart went out to him a bit with it all. As someone who had always put herself out there in the public eye, from playing college soccer to being on television now, that wasn’t something Sloan really felt anymore. “No? Here, how about this. I’m notoriously terrible at singing a good karaoke every now and again, so if you want to drop a beat to a song I might know, I’ll be happy to provide some vocals here,” she offered, a smile surfacing at her lips. It would at least get some of the attention off of him, allowing him to get a bit more comfortable she hoped with playing in public.

Mason was one of those musicians who would only write and record their music, upload onto Spotify or Soundcloud, possibly record a music video and… that was it. The thought of playing to huge crowds and having a thousand eyes staring back at you, was daunting and scary as hell. But as he had becoming close to finishing his next EP, a sense of courage and bravery had washed over him, and he wanted others to hear his songs. How he’d come to be stood in the middle of town was beyond him, and as he looked out to passers by, he started to cave. “Shit…” Mason exhaled, pulling his ukele behind his head. “Come on.. Come on..” He muttered to himself, feeling his heart begin to race faster. Do not have a panic attack right now. “Breath.. It’s fine.. no-one is looking.” Mason told himself, closing his eyes behind his black raybans. Why did he think that he could even do this?

Geared up for a late afternoon run through the city, Sloan was nearing in on the eleventh mile as her feet pounded against the pavement, swerving through some of the crowds that had gathered around. Thirsty, she started to pull up for a quick break, her head quirking with interest at a man with a ukelele in hand. “You play that or is it just for show?” she asked teasingly as she took a long swig from her water bottle. It was as good a time as any to slow up for a moment and catch her breath before she took back off for the latter half of her run, she supposed.

Sometimes, Gavin got onto a fitness kick. It never lasted past a month, but he got it into his head that beefing up would be good in his line of work. He’d truly underestimated the heat the Florida brought though. Not only was he not used to jogging, not really anyway, the heat was also pressing into him from all sides. Groaning, he stopped halfway through his workout, bending double and placing his hands on his knees. “Don’t mind me,” he called out, half choking on a laugh as he panted, “I’m just regretting my life choices today. Nothing to see here!”

It wasn’t uncommon to see people out running around the area, especially as the weather was starting to almost cool down. It was still blazing hot, but not as bad as some days. Sloan herself had been out running, glad for the distraction from everything else she had spinning in her head. She glanced up as the guy looked like he was about to keel over, smirk lifting at her lips. “Oh, c’mon. It’s not that bad out today,” she laughed, as she wiped a sheen of sweat from her stomach. Maybe not that bad, but not exactly cool either.

Dylan rolled her eyes and huffed. “Fine you know what let’s just go, whatever and just so you know, I’m not annoying, you are.” She added as she began walking towards the exit with a frown, determined to find the exit without Sloan’s help, she swayed and bumped into people on the way but eventually she did and the moment the air hit her she leaned against the wall for support and groaned. “Where’s your stupid car?” She asked. “The earth is spinning…. Well the earth is always spinning but I feel like I’m spinning with it and not on it.” She talked mostly to herself, leaned against the wall and taking deep breaths with her eyes closed as she regained her bearings. “Alright… I can walk.” She slurred as she swayed a little once she let go of the wall.”

It surprised her that Dylan was actually agreeing to work with her, but Sloan was entirely relieved that it was going as well as it was. “Sure, I’m the annoying one,” she agreed with a roll of her eyes, going with it for now just to get her out of the bar. It was pretty sad watching her struggle out the door, but Sloan kept back just a tad to let her do her own thing. Dylan was far too bull headed to let it happen any other way. “Car is right up front, third car down the street here,” Sloan pointed out, stopping to let Dylan rest against the car. Sighing, she moved forward to get closer towards the girl as she started to walk again, staying close in case Dylan wanted to use her for support at all. “You sure you’re good there, D?”

Going for a wink instead of directly replying to Sloan’s question, Hunter kept rambling about MTV and making it to the show, chuckling at the annecdote she told him about her and her teammate. “You know, I remember that video. That was cruel, babe, such a small innocent thing to do but oh, the things me and hundred others thought.” He spoke, his voice dropping back to the dramatic tone as he lay his head on her shoulder. “Anyway, give me call if you need me and I’ll be available. Not talking just about the programm, now we reconnected I won’t let you ditch me for your famous friends.” he joked, then at frowning, he nudged back at her and shook his head. “Not at all. I mean, they’re fine but  moms have kids and I don’t want kids, like nor other’s kids or of my own. Not ready for that. I’ll stick to young, single and childrenless women, thank you very much. The thing is, I try to be good but life just won’t let me. ” He shrugged. “Well, no, I wouldn’t now, my real life is quite interesting. When do you start filming again?” 

“Oh, please. The video wasn’t even good quality. Catch my moron ass doing way hotter stuff on MTV,” she laughed. There were plenty of stupid moments on the show of her getting nude, her making out with her ex, her hooking up wit her ex...really about anything you could do on television, she had probably done it. “Ooh, too late, Hunt. Already ditched you. My famous friends are way cooler.” Not that any of them were really what she would consider famous. Recognizable, perhaps, but not famous. “Mood, though. I don’t date anyone that has baggage like that. Kids are too much. Cute from afar, but that’s about it.” Sloan couldn’t even imagine trying to date someone with kids, or even date at all, if she were being honest. The effort involved in that would be far outside her capacity to deal with. “Trust me, spend a season or two on the show and real life will never be the same. We film soon, though, actually. Just waiting on the final call from casting to see if it’s a done deal.”

Dylan rolled her eyes and then swayed in her place after that, holding onto Sloan’s shoulders for balance. “You’re already pissed off at me and for something that isn’t even my fault, I’m pissed off at you too cause.” She scoffed as she remembered but still, she was too drunk and it felt nice being this close to the other woman so she didn’t even realize when her hands moved to play with Sloan’s hair as she swayed a little completely off rhythm with the music.

Dylan frowned and scoffed. “I’m perfectly capa…” She trailed off after butchering the word with a frown, her tongue felt too heavy. “I’m perfectly able to get myself home safely and no, I paid my neighbor to watch him for the night, you should go rest for your event I can take a cab home.” She replied stubbornly and took a step back and then turned and walked in the wrong direction.

“I’m not pissed off at you, Dylan, I just find you annoying,” she clarified. She was a bit irate, maybe, but that had more to do with the situation right now than anything else. Whatever was going on with her hand was concerning, but that was something to be pushed to the side for now. Rolling her eyes a bit as Dylan failed to properly get her words out, Sloan kept in close by Dylan, not about to let her wander off. “Seriously, just come with me. I’ll get you home and then I’ll rest better. I mean, I was dragged all the way out here, I’m not leaving without getting you home.” Sloan had a feeling that Dylan wouldn’t be cooperating any time in the near future, but she had to at least try. Much as she’d love to get back to bed so she could be ready for her race, Sloan knew it wouldn’t sit well with her if she left Dylan like she was.

Dylan’s eyes widened that was a way better idea that pettily buying a yacht, she could pettily buy a bar and then she’d never be cut off cause she’d be the owner, that was such a good business idea. She shrugged at Sloan’s response. “More for me” She slurred happily as she downed both shots.

The bartender shook her head and motioned for Sloan to wait a moment as she retrieved something from the back and came back with Dylan’s credit card. “She’s probably going to regret this later for more than just the killer hangover… She bought rounds for the whole bar a couple of times… Great for business.” She shrugged and handed Sloan the card before going back to work.

“You know… If you’re gonna run a half marathon you should probably be at home sleeping.” Dylan slurred as she tried to hop down the stool and stumbled practically falling on a woman that was standing by the bar waiting for her drink. “Hi…” She said with a little flirty smile that would have been a lot more effective if she wasn’t drunk off her ass but it felt wrong, specially with Sloan there, even if she was still pissed off at her… even though she couldn’t quite remember why at the moment, so she turned around and wrapped her arms around Sloan’s shoulders and just that simple contact made her feel a lot better. “You’re very small…” She commented as she rested her chin on Sloan’s shoulder and sighed deeply. “You should go home and rest… Imma go to another place where the bartender isn’t as rude.” She added with a frown, yeah she had school in the morning but she deserved a break after all the bullshit of the day

When she realized Dylan was about to guzzle both of the shots, Sloan made a move to try and stop her, but was just a tad too late. “Jesus. If I have to take your dumbass to get your stomach pumped this late in the evening, I’m going to be so pissed off at you,” Sloan grumbled, trying to keep the rising irritation out of her voice. She had a feeling that it would only encourage Dylan to be more annoying if she let it show.

Keeping a hand on Dylan’s side, half curled around her waist, Sloan took a step closer to the bar to grab the bill and the credit card. Wincing when she saw the numbers printed on it, she sighed again loudly, taking the card with an appreciative nod. “Well, hopefully this will teach her not to be a complete moron next time.” She doubted it would, but the thought was nice.

“I should be, you’re very right, but I’m not. Instead, I’m here picking you up so that I can take you home safely,” she pointed out, deciding not to mention the fact that Dylan had practically asked for her. Odds were Dylan would deny it vehemently anyway. With Dylan’s hand at her shoulders, her chin following shortly after, Sloan took the chance to grab the woman’s hips to hopefully stop her from going anywhere for a short time. “Very small, yes, thank you. But, not so small that I can’t pick you up and carry you where we need to go. Which is home. Both of us. Well, I’ll drop you off at your home and then go to my own home. Obviously. I mean, really, is Brady home all by himself while you’re out here getting shitfaced?”

“You say so, don’t you? We’ll see, we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens in a couple of months. But you’re only wrong in one thing. I ain’t have any flaws.” Hunter winked. “Man, would that be possible? Really? Because that’d be epically cool. You know I can totally pull out the drama queen if I really want to. Who knows, we’re gonna make Hollywood talk.” He laughed, not sure if Sloan was being serious about cast him but he knew him well and knew that he’d accept if he was given the chance, just for giggles and shit. Laughing, elbowed playfully at her ex. “Fuck off! She looked nothing like a mom that’s why I said why not in that moment, how would I know? Didn’t feel like a mom either.” She shrugged his shoulder in a what-else-can-I-say way. “Not my fault I’m this hot even moms dig me. You’re just jealous you lost your chance with me.” He waved a hand dismissing the topic. “Anywho, heard about your gym, how’s that working out for you?”

“A couple months, huh? I guess you don’t have a girlfriend or anything serious going on then?’ Sloan asked with a tilt of her head, eyes scanning curiously over at his. It was a little weird to think of him dating other people seriously, they’d had such a good run of things themselves, but she found that she wanted that for him and wanted him to be happy. “Oh, in a heartbeat. They would live for the potential drama that could start up. They tried for a long time to get one of my old teammates cast because we made out once while drunk and it was on YouTube.” MTV was always looking for any little source of drama they could pull when it came to their main stars and Sloan had grown used to it over the years. Snorting, Sloan pushed back at him, her head shaking. “Hey, no, totally fine my friend. If you’re into the mom thing, I won’t shame it,” she teased. Her lips pursed for a moment in thought before shrugging. “It’s good. I mean, I guess it’s good. I like it, it’s the coolest fucking place, you’ll have to come check it out. But. I dunno. It’s just not the same as when I get to go film, y’know? Real life is just...bleh.”

Dylan was drunk off her ass, she had never been this wasted, not even in college and it was a school night but she had been so… upset about finding out her mother had had another child, she had an older sister and hid it from her for… Well her whole life and then ambushed her with said older sister without any kind of warning, granted it was less awful than what she had imagined, one of her parents dying or getting divorced or her being adopted, she couldn’t believe her father had lied to her, he kept sending her texts about it was not something for him to tell her, it was her mother’s past and blah blah.

So here she was at a bar, her father kept transferring money to her personal account, saying she could his card, that she had for emergencies, like money would fix years of lies. She huffed.

She felt a hand rub her back, she had her head buried in her arms and she was sitting by the bar and honestly couldn’t even remember the last hour.

“Hey.” She heard a voice say next to her, the soothing motion on her hand continued. “Here’s your girl.” She heard and gentle hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, she saw the face of a very good looking stranger and she smiled all drunkenly at her. 

“Hey, I’m Dylan.” She said and the stranger woman chuckled.

“I know, honey, we’ve known each other for the last hour.” She added and pushed Dylan gently against a warm body behind her. “She was talking about sisters and liars and buying a yacht for revenge and donating it for charity, she bought drinks for the whole bar at least twice… I didn’t want anyone taking advantage and she mentioned you a couple of times.” The stranger talked to the warm body Dylan was leaning against. The woman looked from Dylan to whoever was behind her a couple of times before a playful smirk pulled at her lips that Dylan mimicked because she was drunk. “If you’re still sure you’re single once you’re…. less drunk and rode out the hangover… Give me a call.” She said sliding a card into Dylan’s flannel shirt front pocket. “And we’ll see about those mind blowing orgasms.” She added winking at Dylan and then looking behind her. “Take care of her.” She said and then walked away and Dylan waved at her before slowly, the world was spinning too fast, turning and smiling as she saw Sloan was the one behind her. 

“Hey! What are you doing here?” She slurred. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.” She always thought clubs were more Sloan’s style and she had wanted to drink relatively safety so she had come to a gay bar. “You want a drink? You look like you could use a drink, I’ll get you a drink, I’m cut off but I have a neat trick.” She said trying to wink playfully but ended up just blinking weirdly, before she fished in her wallet for and slapping a 100 dollar bill on the bar counter and looking expectantly at the bartender who sighed deeply, poured two shots and slid some limes towards them and taking the bill.

“These are the last ones, next I’ll just get the bill, I don’t want you dying in my bar.” The bartender said before sliding Dylan’s keys towards Sloan and turning away.

“You want to do body shots?” She asked with a smirk.

@sloanpierce

It was the middle of the work week and Sloan was deep in the middle of preparing for a series of races she was taking part in to keep herself in shape. Even if she fucked around a lot in the offseason, she took her job seriously and managed to get pretty involved with the fitness scene in Orlando when she wasn’t filming. 

So, when a phone call came through in the middle of the evening for her to show up at some bar where a very, very drunk Dylan was talking about her, Sloan almost considered not going. She was still a little annoyed with Dylan, if she were being honest, but she ultimately wasn’t that shitty of a person, so she decided to go. Not that she believed Dylan actually even wanted her there. 

After driving her car over and getting into the bar, it didn’t take Sloan long to spot the other woman and walk over, sighing about the whole situation. She put an arm around Dylan as the drunken disaster was pushed over into her and gave a half frown, half nod to the woman who had called her. Whatever, if Dylan wanted to call the sleaze, she could, it wasn’t like Sloan cared. 

“Ookay, how about we stop tossing hundreds around like we own the place and get you out of here?” Sloan suggested, pinching at the bridge of her nose. Dylan was well and truly wasted, no doubt about it. “I can’t drink, I’m running a half marathon in a few hours,” she said, pushing the drinks away as she leaned over on the bar to talk to the bartender.

“How much is it to settle for her? I’ll get her out of here,” Sloan promised, keeping a close eye over on Dylan to at least try to make sure she wasn’t going off anywhere else.

Dylan glared and just waited for the doctor, she smirked smugly at Sloan the moment the doctor gave her a clean line of health… Sure he also gave it to Sloan but whatever she probably cheated. She frowned as Sloan questioned the clinic, it had been a expensive one and she took the paper skimmed over its contents and laughed. “Please, soulmates… there’s around 7 billion people in the world, the idea that there’s one who you’re destined to be with is hilarious and if they existed, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be mine.” She said rolling her eyes. “Come on, I proved it wasn’t me, I’ll take you home.” She was still pretty pissed at the accusations and she wanted to go back to her place, finish her dinner and go to bed and cuddle Harley and read a book.

“Oh, I know for a fact that you wouldn’t be mine,” Sloan replied with an equally dumb roll of her own eyes.  The whole idea was just nonsense and she wasn’t having a bit of it. Whatever. It was obviously just Dylan’s fault and she was finding some way to cover it all up. “But, great, yeah. I’m ready for bed anyway.” She wasn’t really, but with the way things were going, it was probably best for them to separate for a bit and let things cool down. They were both just worried about whatever was going on with them, Sloan got that, but she still felt a bit heated about the whole situation. “Or, really, I could even just walk from here if you want.”

“Well, you know me. I can’t say no to pretty women. That’s my flaw. And that’s why I was with you. You begging me to go out with you… that smile, those eyes,” He joked, both knew that the events that drew them together were completely different. Even so, everything turned out pretty well back then. “Besides, I can’t deny people the pleasure of being with me. Just look at me.” He winked playfully at Sloan. He kept a smile on his lips as he heard her. “Now, you gotta know, I’m hooked with the show and before you leave we gotta take some pics so I can brag on insta. And just so you know, I’m always available to try my acting skills. You know, I’ll be the ex before the fame and all that shit and I’ll claim my love for you even though you broke my heart.” Hunter looked dramatically at the ceiling, a hand on his heart, then laughed out. “Me? I lead a pretty boring life compared to yours, muffin top. Let’s see. I play music at bars whenever I can, I keep teaching. Moved here because you know, your usual shit. I fucked with someone and that someone turned out to be a student’s mom who was married and she tried to set me up to stay with her or she’d tell shit to the school board. So I quit and here I am. Other that that, life’s good.” He shrugged, drumming his fingers against the table.

“Your flaw is that you’re just spending your whole life chasing the memory of me and no other girl will ever measure up,” she teased, a grin flashing across her lips as she glanced towards her ex. She wouldn’t lie, she did think that she was probably the best he’d ever had or would ever have. Laughing, Sloan hadn’t realized that Hunter had kept up with her career over the years. It had been pretty crazy, to say the least. Some of it good, some bad. “Ooh, okay. We could whip you into shape, have you get cast on the show for some drama and we can run the field. It’ll be great.” It was definitely something MTV would do, honestly, if he even had an inkling that he wanted to be on reality television. Nodding slowly, Sloan could see exactly how Hunter would get himself into a situation like that. It felt so him. “Look at you, slugger. Really out there killing it with the mom crowd. Totally your key demographic.”

Dylan rolled her eyes, she was pissed at Sloan for being stupid and at herself for being even more stupid and hanging out with her. She carried Harley to the kitchen and placed the trapdoor and crouched down. “I’ll be back soon, your sitter is being stupid, please behave.” She said kissing the top of his head and then turned to grab her keys. She drove to a private clinic, not one she usually went to and asked for the test results to be done as soon as possible even if it costed more and when the doctor asked for one of them to go first she stood up and glared at Sloan as she walked into the room. After they took the samples, she walked towards Sloan in the waiting room and nodded for her to go in, going back to the reception and ordering a consult with a dermatologist for Sloan as well because as pissed as she was she didn’t want the annoying woman to like die or anything.

Sloan shook her head as they got everything together to head to the clinic, finding all of this absolutely absurd. Dylan was being ridiculous, since obviously Sloan wasn’t the one with an issue. Just to prove that she was right, however, Sloan was willing to go along with it for now. She let the doctors do the testing they needed, following out to the waiting room so they could wait for the results to come in. “This is stupid, you know,” she pointed out once they were both sitting down waiting. It didn’t take long for someone to come out to talk to them, a doctor carrying a sheet of paper. He went on to explain that the results came back fine, nothing weird was going on, but...that they had seen the redness happening more and more throughout the city. He then handed them a sheet of paper with an awkward shrug, wishing them all the best. Sloan glanced down at it, her eyes narrowing in confusion when she read over it. “Red string of...what? What kind of bullshit backwoods clinic did you bring me to?” she asked Dylan, tossing the paper towards the other woman to look over.

Dylan rolled her eyes placed her drink on the coffee table and stood up. “Alright come on, we’re going to a fucking clinic right now because I’d rather just say I told you so and hear your apology, than keep on hearing you pointing fingers at me, most carriers don’t actually present symptoms.”

“You’re on. Let’s fucking go, then,” Sloan agreed, tossing her hands up in the air. It was a stupid argument for them to be having, whatever was going on was the real issue, not each other. “But, when I’m right and you’re the one that gave me whatever this is, you can buy me ice cream while I cry about it.”

“Okay… You can turn down the attitude, it’s been a while since you had to get tested for the season and I doubt that I’m the only one you’ve been sleeping with since you got back… hell even while you were shooting.” She glared at Sloan. “In fact if you want we can go get tested tomorrow so you’ll see I’m the clean one.” If anything it was something Sloan gave to her. “Nothing, everything was fine, just to monitor for any… moles or stuff that appeared out of nowhere and come back.”

Sloan bit her lip, knowing she was coming off a bit aggressively with the situation, but she couldn’t help it. She was worried about what was going on and how it would end up impacting her job, if it ended up being an issue. “Whatever. Great. Yeah. I’ll go get tested again and when nothing comes up, we can go back to finding out what it is you gave me,” Sloan snapped back, her nose wrinkling together with irritation. “You had this shit before I did, apparently, so.” 

Taking his hand to his chest with an exagerated flourish, Hunter looked down at Sloan. “Excuse you, but I’m always right, muffin top. Life works it’s own way. It give you what you need not what you want.” He said in a nonchalant voice, arms still wrapped around her body. “I know, I’m a fucking delight to mortal eyes! But watch your motuh, lady, I don’t have wrinckles. Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Don’t want to hear you say that again.” He frowned at her, not at all bothered by her comment because wrinckles or gray hairs were the least of the man’s worries, then a wide smile replaced the scowl, pleased at how natural they acted to each other. “Mhm, that means I still stand a chance then. My heart will forever wait you, Sloan. Another part of me might not so whenever you want to lend a hand, literally, I won’t stop you.” He joked, wiggling his eyebrows mischievulously. “Anyway, catch me up, gimme all the dirty details. II’m recording everything to sell it to gossip websites.” Hunter finally let go of Sloan and waved at the waiter so they could order.

It would have been impossible for her not to roll her eyes at Hunter’s comments, though the wide grin at her face didn’t falter for a moment. It was good to be around a familiar face, someone that knew her as just Sloan, not Sloan from reality television. Bringing a hand up to his forehead, she brushed a thumb at his skin, lifting an eyebrow with amusement. “Mmm, I don’t know, love, feels like a few wrinkles breaking forth here,” she teased. They were definitely older than they’d been back in the day, but maybe not quite that old just yet. Pushing a hand at his shoulder with a laugh, Sloan rolled her eyes at him once more. “Oh, whatever. As if you don’t have plenty of people lining up to keep you happy,” she snorted. He was a charming enough guy that she didn’t imagine he was having trouble in that department at all. “But god, I don’t even know where to start. I did the college thing, played ball for awhile, hurt myself...got on MTV..met my ex. And now it’s a big nasty cycle of filming the show, fighting with my ex, making up with my ex...all played out for everyone to see on television. You, though, what’s been going on with you?”

Dylan rolled her eyes and nodded as she moved over to her box case and opened a box, she shuffled through business cards for a bit before retrieving a card and walking over to Sloan and handing it to her. “It’s a dermatologist, they’re probably run some test to make sure it isn’t some sort of other disease besides an STD.” She added glaring at Sloan at the last word. “All pretty straight forward, at least for me since they didn’t find anything, blood work and stuff.”

Taking the card, Sloan looked it over, sighing a bit about the whole situation. Obviously this was something Dylan had given her, whatever it was, and there was a sense of irritation there. “Great. Okay. Fuck,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “I guess I’ll...have to do this and next time I see you, I can let you know what they find. If anything. They didn’t find anything at all with you?”

Hunter was pumped about this meeting, it had been years since he had seen his not only best friend but also his most dearest ex-girlfiend and he couldn’t wait until she arrived to the restaurant, he was so at excited that his feet kept tapping against the floor, he kept jumping on the seat and his fingers drummed the surfice of the table, a tic he had since he was a child. He wasn’t really surprised Sloan was running late, she used to be the same as a teen and he had learned to pick her up later than the agreed time. Some things never changed. Grabbing his phone he searched for funny dogs of animals to get distracted until Sloan arrived and minutes later Hunter heard his name being shouted and he smiled wide at the same time he waved his arms over his head. “About fucking time!” The man yelled back, making people turn to him with deep frowns. “I know right. I’m your personal stalker, sugar mama. Didn’t you notice you’re missing some panties? It’s because I stole them. By the way did or didn’t I tell before you left that you’d be my wealthy benefactr in the future? See, I’m always right.” Hunter joked as he hugged the woman back. “Man it’s so good to see you. You look sexy as always. Come back with me? Better yet, marry me.” He laughed.

It was such an easy thing to slide back into old habits, tossing an arm around the man at her side as she laughed. “That’s a big assumption that I even bother wearing them, Hunt,” she teased, nose wrinkling as she grinned over towards him. “When you’re right, you’re right, though. You did say that. This...wasn’t quite what I had in mind for myself when I left, but...here we are.” Soccer had always been her passion, the way she was going to make a name for herself, but she didn’t entirely regret how things had turned out. Her career on MTV was certainly more profitable than a career as an athlete would have been, so that was a plus. “It is so fucking good to see you, seriously. It’s been too long. And you’re not looking so bad yourself, mister. The extra wrinkles kind of suit you.” She leaned over into his shoulder, craning her neck up slightly to press a kiss to his jaw. “You wish, my love. I would in heartbeat if I wasn’t having so much fun being single.”