#hunterfinn

   This was her side, her place of warm, inviting safety. Most people here liked her, save for a few feminist radicals who thought she sold out by siding with Hunter and the odd Soc extremist who hated her purely for dating a "Grease." None of them, however, wished her any physical harm. They just gossiped behind her back. She could handle that.

First, it began as a battle for power, a way to make a name for herself. Out of big sister's shadow. Yet, the longer she spent with Jasmine and her unwavering belief in this brazen act of feminine strength, the more she believed in it too. If Hunter won, the man won, what did that say for the women's voice? Sure, Brynn was his right (or was it left?) hand, but that was still under the "safe" boot of male superiority. Losing Jasmine's throne was not an option for Layla. 

Walking throughout the city of Tulsa Andy couldn't help but notice just how cold it really was. His hands were shoved into his pockets and the collar of his jacket was flipped up. He knew he looked like a well dressed hood but he didn't care. He was cold and that was the only way he could battle it. Pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he took one out examining it before placing it between his lips. He was just about to light it when he bumped into someone. "You do understand that the sidewa-" He stopped himself noticing who it was, a smile spreading across his face. "Well I'll be damned. You were about to get the lecture of your life there, Hunter."

Her dreams were nightmares, and waking was unbearable until she adjusted her view of things. When she could see through his eyes, it all made some sense. Turner and Finn, both names that evoked thoughts of legacies, had found themselves at the very center of a brewing war. He had experience, she wanted experience. He had come to her first when forming his elite team, and disappointing him was not an option. Hunter was her leader, her king, always would be.

Though she couldn't deny still being a little angry with him for not coming to her aid, he had made a point. Their loss was a strategic one, which made it a win. Her wounds would heal. Tonight, they had the Jazz Club, and she felt freedom. As they pulled up to the club, she made him open the door for her, waiting in her seat until he did so. Taking his hand, she dragged him along with childlike excitement and a boisterous laugh.

The music filled her entire body, an intoxicating escape. The war was left at the door, both wars, and the young souls danced to the soft jazz tunes. They danced to breathe, danced to be free, danced to live again. "Dance with me, Hunter Finn," she whispered as she lead him to the floor anyway.

Did you hear the one about Brett Kelly's party? It was a be there or be square kind of event, but just in case, I'll clue you in. Two words: bad chaos. I wonder if the Socs really thought it would just be a friendly little gathering of beautiful people? If so, they forgot all about what Rodney Dodger does best, and that, my friends, is a good show.

Howls broke through the night, and everything was rocked down to the bone. The sweet Greasers never disappoint, with blood, humiliation, and what's a party without some threats and s-e-x. Ben Dalton was not to be outdone, throwing the first vase only to be decked by both Ricky Jacobs and the choice Greaser leader. The hassle grew quickly in bloody number until Hailey Adams did what she does best: shock everybody. Causing the whole group to sweat as she went into "labor." That smart cookie had the place fight-free in about 2.5 seconds. But oh, if it were just that simple.

The Voxings had a little team thing going with their vicious attacks on  Brynn Turner and her doting, puppy-eyed best friend, the host of the party himself. They had them worked up and fuming, even leaving Miss Turner with a nice little slice on her hand. Well done, Voxings. You should remember what a good team you two siblings make.

Brett and Brynn did draw attention later during my favorite portion of the evening, 'Never Have I Ever.' Recap, you ask? Well, Ryan abandons, Cain has mommy issues, Brett falls in love with best friends, and Hunter gets dethroned. Rodney couldn't resist his long-standing feud with the Finn boy, and created an uproar. Can we say checkmate, yet? Nope, not if I know Hunter Finn.

Meanwhile, Sherri Voxing must get her kicks from intimidation and bodily injury...oh and Castello Jacobsen, of course. The two were caught sucking face and later leaving the party together. What kind of reporter doesn't follow up? She entered his humble abode and didn't leave till the next morning. Ooh-la-la. If you know what I mean. Where does that leave Gwen Tanner, who was MIA at the party but not at the Kinneys with the budding Greaser casanova earlier this month? She was also spotted later that same day with the Jacobsens heading to their house. Hmm....well, we did always know that Sherri was someone you take to bed but not your mother's. I wouldn't hold your breath for that ring to make an honest woman out of you, Sherri dear. We like you as more the dishonest type.

Oh, but who did get a ring? Yes, Carmen Welch did. The Greaser King and Queen made their volatile relationship work, or so it would seem...stay tuned because they haven't made it down the aisle yet. There are still drunken nights at Fred's, and that little Soc girl weakness of his to be overcome first.

Stay Fab!

Dear Anonymous reader,

Oh, he’s certainly itching for it, and it’s an itch he can’t quite scratch. Over the recent years, each leader has had their pros and cons, I couldn’t possibly judge any of them. Who am I kidding? I’ll break it down for you:

Chris:  This boy gets a bad rap. He did an excellent job on that royal Soc throne, even gave Rodney Dodger a run for his money. Isn’t that the ultimate goal? And yet there is something to say for enormous, endless ambition, which brings me to…

Hunter: He’s led the Socs through both great victory and terrible defeat. Unfortunately, we do know that Rodney can get the best of him whether it’s snatching his sister’s heart or sending him packing from a carnival in an ambulance. Talk about a walk of shame…speaking of,

Hailey: Can you say women empowerment? She bleeds this stuff, standing toe-to-toe with the boys and proving that not only can a woman lead in a male-dominated world, she can do it with style. Who else misses Hailey Thompson? That girl kicked some ass and took some names, pardon my french. Yet, she bowed out to walk away, leaving…

Jasmine: We’ve been experiencing a time of quiet peace, at least to public eyes. When Jasmine steps up in crisis and puts on her shoes of sass, she’ll be stepping on all the right toes. Hailey placed confidence in her, and I would like to see the Socs follow the suit of the fallen Mama Soc.

Do I think Hunter has a shot? Yes, with some work and shiny, pretty things (notorious Soc distractions). But ye of little, little faith, keep an eye on the women, they’ll surprise you every time.

Sincerely yours,

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