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theclonewriter:

“What? No. I’m gonna at leas’ take this off,” Marty muttered as she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, her words slurring together like soft caramel candy. “It’s hot. It’s really hot, m‘kay?”

So maybe Marty had a few drinks too many… The bartender was really hot, and this really, really hot girl bought her a drink or two. And a few shots. Her parents had taught her better than to refuse a gift. So she accepted them happily. With a wink, a cocky grin, and a “cheers”.

“Why–” She let out a loud, laughing shriek as she almost fell, her booted feet getting caught up in a pile of clothes that were lying on the floor. “Why… is it so hot in here?” Marty wondered aloud.

She moved to crouch down to untie the laces of her boots (a definite awkward position), but at the last minute, straightened herself out. “Aw, I know why!” She bit her lip suggestively as she looked over at Vanessa, her eyes glassy and lacking focus. “’Cause you. Smokin’ up the dance floor… You look really good in that top, ya’ know. Did I tell you that? And those pants… Dayum, girl. You have a really nice ass, ‘kay? So why… why why– why are you here righ’ now? How come you didn’t go home with no one tonight? ‘Cause I’m like, one hundred and fifty-three percent sure that you could have scored some seri-oso booty.”

Vanessa's hand left the place where it had been hovering near the small of Marty's back as her friend began to disrobe. She'd been trying to coax her roommate safely to bed but, as was often the case, that was a significantly more complicated task when Marty had been drinking. 

The heap of garments she'd left strewn on the floor soon proved dangerous as Marty's shoes got caught and she was nearly pitched forward. Vanessa rushed closer automatically, arms extended and ready to catch her if Marty lost her balance. Thankfully, her friend still had quick enough reaction time to regain her footing and prevent a fall. Even so, Vanessa hovered nearby just in case, especially when Marty's next mission was evidently boot removal.

Vanessa's eyebrows lifted in surprise as her roommate turned around once more. Marty was biting down on her own lip and openly appraising her. Vanessa knew better than to make too much of this, but it never stopped heat from flooding her skin or a breath from catching in her chest. She smiled a little and nodded in response to Marty's first question. "Yeah, you did," she confirmed quietly. 

The first drunken compliment had been innocuous enough but the one that now followed was decidedly more blush-inducing. Vanessa considered pointing out that she hadn't actually talked to anyone besides Marty herself for long enough to end up going home with them. However, that always turned out to be a pretty moot point when reasoning with her best friend, who firmly believed that no such deep intellectual connection was required when all either person really wanted was a one night stand. Vanessa had never been inclined to simply hookup with a stranger, although she appreciated the fact that Marty's heart was in the right place when encouraging her to end this "terminal dry spell."

"Your dance lessons have been helping," Vanessa conceded. She had, in fact, been slipped a few numbers the past couple of times they went out dancing, but three of them were from men and two were from girls whose faces she couldn't quite remember once she got home. She'd made an effort to really focus in on them when the girls in question had approached but, as soon as they'd walked away again, Vanessa's focus was back on Marty at the bar and her recollection of their facial features quickly faded. 

"Still," Vanessa continued, "I mean, someone's got to take you home and besides... I don't want to get back on the horse with just anyone, you know?"

She sat down heavily on the end of Marty's bed and gazed up at her best friend. Marty was still standing, swaying slightly in place, half undressed and all smiles. Vanessa smiled back, but there was a trace of wistful sadness behind it. 

Dear Santa,

y u never give me wat i want instead of wat i need

huh

“I’m okay,” Allie responded quickly, even though her eyelashes were wet and gave her away. Puck, Cody, Cami, and Steve- Akoni had been reclaimed by his rehabilitated mother a few months back- all looked a little bewildered at the sight of a teary Allie, especially in her blue sundress and heels, hair curled without the help of saltwater for once. “I’m just really happy for all of you.”

None of them really understood why she’d turned down her foster father’s offer of adoption, except for Puck, and even he tried to talk her out of it. For most foster kids, the first and foremost wish was to go back to their parents, and if that’s wasn’t the option, it was to find new ones. Puck had argued that he was a lot less important for Allie to have than a family, but the thing was that Allie hadn’t given up on her biological one. And she couldn’t give up on Puck, either. (And she’d secretly hoped, that she and Puck would stay together, so she wouldn’t have to be adopted to consider them her family.) But that didn’t mean it was easy to watch them all get their wishes granted without her. 

Puck nudged her with his elbow as means of encouragement, and Steve cleared his throat and announced that they were going out to eat as a celebration, and led the way out of the courthouse, leaving Puck and Allie to hang back. “I would’ve never agreed to this if I thought you’d regret it,” He murmured to her, making her remember the night after Steve’d had offered to adopt them. They’d both asked for time to think and wound up reconvening on the beach, Allie crying out that they couldn’t be siblings and Puck saying that this was it, this was his last chance, his dad wasn’t coming back for him. His answer to Steve was going to decide if he spent every holiday alone or if he’d come back here every December. If someone was going to call him on his birthday or not. Allie wanted desperately to tell him that she’d always call him on his birthday, but she knew that wasn’t enough. She wanted to be his home, but they’d both learned to not trust people to stay with them. He needed this so much more than she did, she realized. So she gave it up. “I don’t, it was the right decision. I just didn’t expect it to hit me like it did.” The blonde glanced over to him, dressed nicely in a navy suit, and smiled softly. “When we leave for California, I’ll be doing what I’ve wanted to do my whole life and we can finally be together. That’s all that matters.”

your dogs look like cuddly, fuzzy pieces of fried chicken <3

if you put nerds as sprinkles can i have two pieces pls bc that sounds amazing :) <3

but everyone still loves cakes that are baked with rainbows and smiles

there needs to be some tutorials on this: how to rp in the non-glee rpc

i mean this in the most respectful way, but what the actual fuck? why???

oh, totally.  essentially we need someone with a business mindset.

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