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Mason had been traveling on his own again.  What else was new?  Catriona had found him a few weeks back, checking in on him, but he had quickly brushed her off.  He knew why she kept an eye on him, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.  She had good intentions.  Intentions that Mason didn’t believe that he deserved.

He was walking through the park at night -- a habit that his insomnia helped to create.  The fae wasn’t sure which was better -- the insomnia or the nightmares.  No matter which option he chose, sleep sucked.

Kearia looked up and then around her with her cool grey eyes. Her red painted lips thinned as she realized that she was the only one in the coffee shop. “Seriously Lane?” She growled softly though her voice was light. Dark mocha hair framed her pale features as she glared at the man across the counter. “If that’s my coffee, and I know it is, I will.“ The girl shook her head to stop the threat. He would have just laughed at her threat to remove her gloves. He didn’t know her power. "I do not have a bitch face.” She hissed instead as she pulled at the fingers of her gloves. The girl reached out to carefully grab between his fingers. Her heart rushed as she took the risk.

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Tacy’s brow raised as she watched the sexy Jade spun around. Her arms crossed over her chest as her chin raised up in a cocky manner. Yes she had spoke. She didn’t know what got into her but whatever Jade had done it currently got to her enough to speak, even though the words got all fucked up on the way out.

The amusement that played across Jades face only further angered the tiny girl. Her lips thinned as her spunky attitude only got worse. Mouse lifted one delicate hand to flip her the bird as she was corrected. It wasn’t often that she spoke so the blush that crept to her features was because of the word mistake.

Jade barely was able to stifle the crack up that rose from her throat as Tacy crossed her arms and glared her down, tucking her bottom lip into her mouth to try and keep quiet. She’d never seen the other girl angry or even flustered before and it was a little hard to take it seriously... Especially when she lofted her chin like that. “What, you gunning for a fight now?” 

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The blondes head canted to the side like that of a wild bird. She barely noticed as strands of her soft hair fell to cover one of her ice blue eyes. She had to blink three or four times before she registered that the face she was touching spoke to her. The smile that pulled at her lush painted lip was lopsided as she tilted her head the other way. Her finger moved to slide over his lip before it fell away to be sucked into her mouth.

The handful of pills she had taken mixed with the liquor she washed them down with clouded her mind in the most blissful way. “Fuck you pretty boy at least your being touched.” She giggled as if it were a privilege that she had touched his face. The girl was a wreck. “God your face is gorgeous.” She purred as she kicked her legs over the arm of the chair she sat in. His feet bobbed as her black heel hung off her toes.

Maybe she hadn’t heard him.

His lower lip parted from his upper as her cold thumb traced it, eyes never leaving her own blues. Her thumb spanned his lip before coming to her own, forcing a snort from Tristan and a raise of his brows. “Wow.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.” It didn’t even need a question mark at the end. The way she was fawning over his features was answer enough. Tristan sat back in his seat as Liz got comfortable in her own, one corner of his mouth dimpled. No, he wasn’t mad about her cold hands or how strung out she was and he wasn’t. Enough ego stroking made you turn a blind eye to some things. 

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Silence. It was so welcomed at this time. The hangover was so severe she wasn’t even sure how she’d found the strength to step outside and take her dog out for his evening stroll around the neighborhood to piss on things other dogs must have loved. Jade all but shambled as Fu tugged her along, going from trash bin to trash bin as they zig zagged through the middle of the road. 

“Come on, dog,” she half yawned and half groaned, pausing to blink at the purposefully dimmed light of her phone. A lone pedestrian came into view on the other side of the street and Fu took the opportunity to tug the leash out of Jade’s still hand, causing her to curse. “Fu! Fucking dog... Stop!” 

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Tacy rolled over with a pained groan as the morning sun glared against her closed eye lids. A loud pulsing slammed against her brain as she moved, causing hands to fly to her face. What on earth made her head hurt like this? Acid burned in her chest and throat, her stomach churned uncomfortably. What on earth had she done the night before? Tacy groaned again as she slowly opened one eye. Her gaze looked about to only cause more confusion. Where was she? The girl moved in bed, though she stopped in a curled ball. The sheets felt so heavenly soft against her skin. Wait…soft against her skin…. Tacy quickly lifted the sheets and blankets to notice she was mostly bare. Her flesh was missing all but her bra and panties. Why was she bare? Tacy looked up at the body she just figured out was beside her. A freckled shoulder poked out of the sheets. Her heart stopped. She was mostly bare in bed with Cat. The quick way she moves as she falls out of bed onto the floor makes everything worse. Now, not only does her body hurt but now the world is spinning. What the hell did they do? Her gaze flits about frantically as she looked for clues. That’s when the light catches on a piece of fake gold on the ring finger of her left hand. Eyes turn wide as globes as her mouth opens. “What the fuck!” Comes flying out of the usually quiet mouth as “mouses” heart starts beating erratically. The girl jumps into the bed to shake her friend by the shoulders. “Cat!” She nearly squeals as she panics. Her mind flashes images of them drinking. That’s when the small girl tumbles to the floor to scramble to the bathroom in a mix of all fours and actual walking, more like running. She barely hits the tile on her knees before she is hugging the toilet, her body ridding itself of the toxin from the night before.

Under the influence of substances, Cathiele always slept heavily - there were never any dreams, no waking in the middle of the night, and when she was bothered in the morning, she was hard-pressed to wake. Given that, when Tacy attempted to wake her, a groan immediately sounded, and with that came a slew of swears as she yanked a pillow into place, covering her head and shaking off the touch as best as her body could manage. Normally, Cat could avoid hangovers pretty easily - she took care of her body, kept herself hydrated, and before heading out for a night, took prescription strength pain killers (as best as she could recall, she’d ‘borrowed’ them after her father had gotten dental work done and didn’t need them anymore, and it never occurred to her that there could be complications from mixing alcohol and drugs. As it was, nothing had ever happened, so she didn’t go out of her way to remind herself that it could potentially be unhealthy). “Shut up, oh my god.”

A slight thump met her, then the sound of retching, and despite her many attempts to ignore it, it only got louder. “Man, you’re so fucking gross. 's just alcohol.” But it had been her first time drinking. At the thought, Cathiele shifted to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her contacts burned unforgivably, but they went ignored as she shifted to sit up. It seemed that they were in her bedroom, and judging by the slight mess, no one had had enough sense to at least pretend they weren’t drunk. Everywhere she looked, she saw a new mess - her make-up were scattered and painted across the mirror and dresser, lotions and powders were spilled needlessly, books and notebooks were entirely out of place, and clothes hung from every surface. Some, she recognized as her own, but those... yeah, those were definitely Tacy’s.

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