#peachiesque

 a  feigned  offense  is  taken  to  the  question  posed,  the  football  player  smirking  at  the  girl  who  ended  practice  at  the  same  time  he  did.   he  couldn’t  blame  her  for  the  inquiry,  even  in  jest.   after  all,  woodsboro,  california  didn’t  have  the  best  track  record  when  it  came  to  high  school  murderers.   especially  when  it  came  to  the  all  -  too  -  important  senior  year.   but  that  wasn’t  something  that  chad  tried  to  think  about  on  a  regular  basis.  especially  since  all  of  it  hit  so  close  to  home.

              fuckin’ christ.  fights at pubs typically lead to angry pub owners chasing king away until he was at least a block away from where he started.  that, or it ended in the rare occasion where david would just fuckin’ eat shit -- black out and be met with a disapproving glare from his roommate. not disapproving that he got in the fight to begin with, but that he had lost.  

              this wasn’t an instance of either of those occasions. instead of waiting to have someone confront king after he successfully knocked some low life out, he saunters over to the bar, orders a drink for the woman next to him, and talks to her.  

              talk -- honestly,  that was it.   for a good little while,  at least.  she was easy to get along with.  most people weren’t.  he wasn’t blind,  she was also really nice on the eyes. hand reaches out to rest on the curvature of her back. 

              she doesn’t pull away.  

              david was drunk. he was cockier than usual, the bloodied knuckles were more than enough proof of that. the hand that was comfortably places on her back wanders down.. she says what she says, he almost pulls away but she says that.  fucking christ.  

                ❛ no doubt. -- ‘s absolutely fuckin’ mad that it dropped you in here with us. betting it could tell that i was feelin’ a bit ’omesick. ❜    probably not the case. he knows that the entity doesn’t give a shit about anyone here, aside from maybe a few of the people she deems worthy of becoming the hunters instead of the prey... but what were the fucking chances that someone from the same town he grew up in would be dropped down here with him.  

                    a smile finds itself creeping onto dans features at what she says, even though they both felt like shit -- just spent the last hour or so trying to distract each other from thinking on it for too long, she still manages to make him snicker at some stupid joke that she said.  

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