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and then, he looked up. 

he had seen her at the tcbh opening, sleekly dressed and hovering over everything as if she had some secret all knowing power. at first it hadn’t donned on him that she managed the place, some strange instinct that dylan just did everything on her own completely shattered. she had been passing the table when he realized he didn’t have a lighter and there hadn’t been one on the table. 

“-excuse me, i, uh-” his head dipped down and tongue peeked out to lick at the last bit of seam, sealing the joint and twisting the top, “where can i find or buy a light?”

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sylvia liked to think she was a lone wolf. most of the time she was. meek people frustrated her and ninety percent of the day syl had no room in her brain for sensitivities like that. her life was fast paced and sometimes grueling. anyone that thought that a stripper had it easy was a fucking bonehead. 

however, sylvia had kept a couple of people closer to her. andy was at the top of that list. she didn’t annoy her, which was a clear sign that a friendship was possible and then it turned into something more. every bad bitch needed another. andy was her yin to her yang and she’d never admit this even while on her deathbed, but sometimes, sylvia was a little jealous of her. instead of pushing her away, syl absorbed the reasons why she felt like that into being better. more tenacity, more strength, more wit. every bitch on this earth needed someone to push them without competition. god, if andy ever was competition, sylvia would maybe actually feel something about it. that’s how much she cared about her. 

a too short mini skirt rode up her thighs while sitting down in the same booth that aiden and her had been in a few weeks back. y’know, the one where she revealed she was actually sylvia lopez and then he plopped her down on the table and dipped? it was a miraculous scene and anyone that got to witness it was blessed. syl even bet that he went home with his tail between his legs and jacked off all sad like and then... god he probably was erasing her from his mind altogether with that pretty redhead cory. pity. “you look hot,” she told her friend while opening up a menu. a nail skimmed down the diner’s offerings, looking for something tasty. “how’d the opening go on your end, i didn’t see you that night i, uh, was busy.”

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