a girl is a gun.

“Luckily I think I have a thing or two that could make them a bit more interesting,” Loren mused as he dropped to the ground down beside Sutton. With the turn of his head, he looked at her with a sloppy smile. “Sounds like a pretty interesting story though.”

The edges of her lips flared into a small smile as she shook her head, “don’t.... don’t waste good drugs on them. I have a feeling it’ll only make them even more wide eyed, naive and insufferable.” She let out a small puff, the smoke leaving her lips and flitting into the air like a cold January night, “I’ll take one for the team, and offer my tongue for the tasting.”

There was a certain invitation in her words, not just to drink but to expand on her point, the honesty within it or the dishonesty all the same, Vanessa decided to keep her thoughts to herself for now. It wasn’t like alcohol hadn’t always had a way of loosening her tongue anyway, “Your parents must have an array of fun stories,” Vanessa quipped, the thought of her own parents having a thing like that accessible to their daughters hilarious, “We shall, but be warned, according to all the hottest gossip sites I have a way of running my mouth when drinks are involved.”

“Fun stories...” she repeated, the words coming out as a soft murmur, “sure. If you’re a forty year old republican who hasn’t gotten laid by his wife in nearly a decade -- then yeah, loads of fun.” She quipped, with a small nod of her head, “Run away. Hold nothing back; I may even prefer it that way.”

“True. But the water is nice, and the fresh air is lovely, so. Plus, I feel like it’s easier to avoid the people you don’t want to see. But that’s just me.” The blonde shrugged, looking over at the dark-haired girl.

“Fair enough.” Sutton conceded, “ah - but isn’t that one of the world’s little wonders -- the need to avoid someone and then they just so happen to show up exactly where you are. Or is that just me and my terrible, terrible karma?”

“You’ve certainly taken the cake for being interesting, darling.” he states. “You gonna let me take a drag or what? I’ve been sat here with you for the past few minutes, that’s just rude.” Noah says, clearly joking as his lips turn up at the corners. 

Hazel orbs rolled but a ghost of a smile gave away the amusement that she found when the Cartwright boy surrounded her. “My apologies,” she started, tone dripping in sarcasm as an exasperated sigh escaped her. “Here--” She held out the cigarette to him, the tip of it burning orange, while the other end showed traces of her lipstick, “enjoy it. it’s the closest you’ll get to these lips of mine.”

A deadly cycle. Hunter might have been bothered by it if he wasn’t surrounded by fresh air and crashing waves, and weather that made it impossible for even him to complain. “Have you not seen how big the beach is?” He let out a short laugh. “If you can’t escape those Tennessee bobble heads out here, you won’t be able to escape them anywhere.”

“Don’t underestimate me, Davenport.” She mused, her lips curving into a small smirk, tone teasing, “I can shun all bobble heads from my world, I’ve managed to do so this far in my life.”

        Kati let out a huff before she joined Sutton on the foot step of her Hampton house. She had witnessed the disease which she was referring to and it angered her that someone thought it would be okay to bring outsiders along. “We should scheme to get ride of them,” she replied. “Did you see who they came with? I say starting by kicking them out.”

“No.” Sutton interjected with a small shake of her head, though hazel orbs were lit with amusement as she brought the cigarette towards her lips, taking another drag and exhaling. “I don’t scheme, Farkas. Though I’m sure it won’t be hard to find someone to do so. You’ve got the creme of the crop in there.” Her head nodded towards the general direction of the house. She shrugged a shoulder, “Pick whoever has the lowest standards with a kink for reverse cowgirl and start there. I can’t decide if it’ll be easy to weed out the felon, or not.”

The brunette and her voice catching her off guard, Serena allowed her gaze to drift downwards, unable to suppress the smallest of smiles at her comments. “Nobody says you have to talk to them. Is that why you’re out here? Hiding?”

“I don’t hide. Even if I’m actively sought after, I don’t hide.” Sutton chimed, the corner of her lips flickering into a small smile of her own. “Didn’t think Kati Farkas would want me mixing my cigarette ashes with whatever dead aunt’s ashes she’s got stored up in that urn above the fireplace.” She mused, “I don’t have to talk to them for my skin to crawl with the twang in their voices. Wyatt’s was cringe worthy enough. -- But he at least had a bit of charm to him.” She added in as an after thought.

At the other girl’s words, Jenny looked over her shoulder, easily spotting the group that clearly didn’t belong. “Don’t look now, but one of them is actually wearing cowboy boots,” she pointed out, the corners of her mouth depressing in disgust, “That’s a new level of sad and pathetic. They really need some sort of screening process here.”

“Gag me.” Sutton murmured, the words flying from her mouth before she even tossed a look over her shoulders, hazel orbs travelling to a pair of worn cowboy boots. Another puff of smoke exhaled from her lips before she stubbed out the cigarette, carelessly tossing it into a nearby bush. “I wouldn’t doubt that they’re Miss Teen USA rejects. -- Besides, everyone knows you’re the only bottle dyed blonde we allow at these functions.” She teased, knowing there was zero truth to her words.

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