how sawyer had been coping with the virus could be summarised into three words :     not at all. it’d kept her attention for a few weeks time but the slow progression combined with her busy schedule caused a fall off the wagon. nothing ever seemed to change and so check - ins became fewer and farther between … until now. 

                         ❛     i’m serious !  i’m cutting out all meat … i mean, i’ve always wanted to become a vegetarian anyways, this was just the final, totally unexpected push.     ❜

there’d been ANOTHER attempt five or so years ago and she’d barely made it to lunch. who’d known deli meats were such a vital part to her every day ?

“Okay, ladies.” Cammie comes up to the blondes with her lasso in one hand and the Dare List in the other. “I’ve got the rope, who’s got the victim? Because we are not letting this lasso go to waste. I’ve had at least three jocks throw the ‘will you tie me up’ line on me--” And some variation of a cowgirl riding joke. “--and there’s only so many times I can roll my eyes before I actually do it to one of them, so please: let’s actually tie someone up now. Preferably a jock.” She shimmies her shoulders. “Victims, victims, victims, let’s go. And also game plan, obviously, because while we do have numbers, it’s so hard to back someone close enough to a post with the list being out.”

After quietly observing, Wolfgang made his self known as he leaned casually against one of the desks in the lab. “Well, well, well. I should’ve known you had something shady to do with this. Are you looking to cover up your own tracks on handwriting or tips on an alibi, Anne?” 

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