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     she sticks out like a sore thumb ; dolce heels costing more than dancers earn in a night, cocktail dress too sophisticated for a night at silhouette’s . . . and then of course it’s the inherent smugness and aura of arrogance which she exudes, making an attire the least of her worries. she’d learned of him through word of mouth, and about the services offered likewise. the vipers had a reputation, and one she suspected they’d uphold . . . and live up to in every way possible. five foot two, with an extra inch given by t-straps, the girl scours the crowd. tall, tattooed, and handsome : that’s the way he’d been described by a working girl down at sunny daze trailer park. tall, tattooed, and handsome . . . and spotted. although seated, scout was certain the right man had been found. picked out of a crowd with the help of a slurred description of his tattoos, and a plan is concocted and put into action within moments. she awaits, until entourage is left behind and a bar is approached, cornering the man whilst he’s without his crew of ghouls. “ hi there, ” there’s an innate softness to the voice which she adapts, one that a teenager had adopted throughout the years, one specifically targeted towards those older. she was flirting, alright, in the midst of booming music and a loud audience. but the facade wasn’t one suited for silhouette’s, and it’s far too late to retract now. here’s to hoping the stranger had a soft spot for the vulnerable. “ feel like buying a girl a drink ? ” /  @lastpoets

     starter dated december 13th, 1994 for @lastpoets ! she’s not rachel’s keeper . . . but neither is her father and to leave the older out in the cold seemed awfully cruel, even for minoo. she waits until the yelling subsides and until the slamming of a front door, before she emerges. a petite girl to be found in the opening to her parent’s bedroom, entering with a caution deemed out of character. she doesn’t offer rachel as much as a glance, rather she slumps down at the foot of the bed with a gaze locked anywhere but at her rehabilitated parent. however rehabilitated one could be after their . . . what was it ? thirtieth time ?  “ we could always change the locks while he’s gone. ” more so of wishful thinking than an actual escape plan, but the thought was there. heart and all. 

     she doesn’t know him and he doesn’t know her yet she feels the need to converse. it’s not often that she does, although it is hardly a positive. “ your band’s shit. ” the blonde announces, sitting herself down across from a younger boy. did they go to school together ? she couldn’t REMEMBER . . . made loads of sense, really. she never did show up. “ and the one on your shirt’s shit, too. ” that one was more validated. less of a PERSONAL ATTACK, too. she should give those a go more often. “ you got anything that’s not shit ? ” 

    ( starters based on spotify shuffle : a nightmare on my street by dj jazzy jeff & the fresh prince . . . for @lastpoets ! ) feet are kicked up on the coffee table, bowl of popcorn in her lap, and a remote in hand prepared to zap the volume up for whenever rachel would vocalize her complaints. this movie was stupid . . . gory, which bumped it up a notch or two, but the teenagers in it cause a wrinkle between eyebrows and groans to escape every five minutes or so. “ are they idiots ? ” yeah, they were. “ why don’t they just wake each other up every ten minutes or whatever . . . pretty sure they can survive the big bad pedo for that long. seriously. glen should’ve lived, dude. ” perhaps she’s a bit upset her eye-candy got slaughtered on screen, but still -- total morons. 

     ( starter based on the prompt : sawyer reveals a secret to emma . . . for @lastpoets ) the world of legally drinking had opened its arms up for sawyer kinney, giving her access to the towns local watering hole. she’d never been all too inclined to getting in before, but now . . . it’s the principle of things. the past month of PROPER ADULTHOOD had taught her one thing, though - - she definitely preferred city bars and clubs alike. the brunette awaits the arrival of a college friend, although she’d never been known to arrive on time - not for class, not for study groups, and surprisingly . . . not even once liquor was involved. an already tipsy brunette plays with the miniature umbrella in rose-colored water, eyeing the customer getting seated beside her. “ sorry, i’m waiting for someone . . . she’s just LATE, ” there’s a pause. she’s being rude, isn’t she. “ like really late . . . actually, it’s been about an hour and i’m pretty sure she’s off screwing our TA, so . . . who knows when she’ll be here ! sorry, you can, totally, sit there. my bad. ”