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It had been another night of good fun with one Miss Jenny Foxworth, aka Tiger, aka Red. Pride wasn’t something that Maui identified with and wasn’t, like, super comfortable with (though, if anywhere was a ring of fire for getting comfortable with it, Swynlake was up there), but what he could say was: queer people really knew how to party. 

Pixie’s had been off the hook (ha) the last few nights and when he’d met Jenny there, they’d wound up in bed--Maui crashing for the night. Though, now, the sun was peaking through the half-closed blinds and tickling at his eyelids. He groaned and stretched, feeling Jenny stir beside him.

“Mornin’,” he grunted, his tongue and head a little fuzzy from the alcohol. 

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The girl with the red hair was alone in the front of house, sweeping the floors.

Mowgli had the day off, which meant he was no where to be found. He detested this silly Mundus job as much as Akela, if not moreso, because he was a young and restless pup, too rambunctious to follow even the loosest of orders. Akela was in charge of overseeing the closing of the restaurant, which meant that he was the last one in the back of the house. 

Which meant that it was his responsibility to make sure the red headed Mundus girl got home safely. 

After locking the back and turning the lights off, he entered the front of the house, after having watched her through the cut out that separated the counter where the milkshakes were made and the food was passed through. 

“Miss Foxworth,” Akela said gruffly, though not unkindly, as he stepped towards her, “do you have a ride home?” 

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Minnie had just about finished with her overnight shift and although it had been a bit of a whirl wind, it hadn’t been such a terribly shift all in all. That meant, a little celebratory bakery danish as a self reward. 

The brunette absolutely loved pastries. 

And so once she had finished up the last of her charting, swiped out with her jacket and nursing tote in hand, Minnie made her way straight over to Hatter’s. Of course, the hospital cafeteria offered some pastries in the morning as well, but they were no where as good as Hatter’s.   

She entered the quaint little shop, which happened to be slightly filled (the fact that it was the weekend could’ve added to that) and waited in line until she was able to order herself a cheese danish and coffee with milk. A bit of a caffeine kick was going to be needed if she wanted to stay awake enough to eat. 

Once everything was paid for, she took a hold of her things and started searching for a seat, which proved sort of hard since most of them were taken.  Luckily, she spotted one although the table itself had been occupied. Walking over to it, she turned to the ginger who was seated at the opposite end of the table. 

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Dash hadn’t been in the mood to head home. He had just finished getting out of football practice (that he actually went to his time around and got a ear full from the coach about all the previous ones he had skipped), was showered up, back back slung over his shoulder, but home wasn’t where he wanted to go. 

He didn’t want dinner talk in where his parents were skittering around the topic of how everyone’s day had been. 

His had been awful, just like the past couple of days, the past fucking month and months before just fucking awful. The blonde was also weaning off of his medication due to Helen’s behest, which meant his magic had been on and off whack the whole day while at school. It was bad enough that he had eyes on him already because of course people got whiff of what happened at the dance.

—and how apparently Ariel had ran off with some dude on a motorcycle. Yeah, that got back to Dash, fun times...

So then he had to constantly be excusing himself in and out of class because he couldn’t sit still enough when his magic was acting up. It pissed him off, on top of other things and Dash just felt.... he-he didn’t know. It was a lot and it was a lot he was shoving down simply so that he could get through the day in one piece.

And so he found himself ending up in the music room, pulling out one of the spare acoustic guitars and situating himself on a chair. Dash tuned out the instrument and started playing the melody to What Lies Beneath by Breaking Benjamin, but the sound of the door opening had caused the blonde to stop. Looking up from the guitar he spotted Jenny entering.

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Maui was heading to coffee shoppe on campus to...study. Yeah. Definitely. Definitely wasn’t going to there to avoid Moana who was like a bloodhound when it came to finals. And he was the blood she was sniffing out. Going to make his ass sit down and study. So, his plan was--post up in the coffee shoppe on campus, post a pic on Instagram of him with books open--

Bam.

She’d be off his ass for at least the next six hours.

So, he had a bit of a skip to his step, very proud of this plan, as he headed towards the coffee shoppe. 

That was, until--

“Oi, hey, Red!” Maui spotted a familiar tangle of red hair a few strides ahead of him as he rounded a corner. He jogged to catch up, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Where are you heading this fine, spring day?”

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Soooo, Dash was in the library. 

Sounds weird doesn’t it? Dash and library together that was a rare ass phenomenon. The thing was that Dash wanted to try and improve in school this year around. It was his last year of high school and one in which he actually won’t be moving away from. 

He wanted to at least try a little more.

Dash was very aware that he didn’t exactly give much effort when it came to his academics. Yes, he would plead guilty and admit to his portion of things, but at the same time school was well.... hard for him. Of course, it very well was difficult for others as well, but when it came to him, his mind processed things quick. One moment it’s there, the next is gone. It was his magic, moved as quick as he could run.

Try then to maintain focus in such conditions. It was hard for Dash to retain information, or keep focus on one thing alone and well.... it was getting worse. It was like his magic was going through some kind of surge that only heightened everything. He was sure that it was starting to become visible, his mom had even started questioning him, but Dash was avoiding it all.

As it was he was currently perched over a piece of paper, his last year math text book splayed open on the table he was seated on. He was trying to refresh his Algebra so the problem he was working on wanted him to figure out “y.” Well, he was struggling. He had to figure out “y” while moving “x” somewhere and multiplying, and subtracting, dividing and—

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Well....prom had burned on fire. Not something anyone would thought they’d ever say.

It was all a complete a total shit show, much of which was already starting to blur and haze in Dash’s mind. Most of everyone was out, thankfully, the blonde had seen some of his friends in the chaos of firetrucks and ambulance buses, workers coming out to supply oxygen to anyone and everyone. 

Dash had forcefully had his fair share of given oxygen too from some random dude who just grabbed him outta no where.

Anyways, he made his way out of that grasp and was walking through a cluster fuck of students, frantic and still very shocked, crying students. There were still a couple of people he hadn’t seen yet, and well Dash was worried. He could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, but that wasn’t quite registering as he kept moving through the crowd. 

(It was probably his parents he should really pick up)