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            “ I don’t want to HEAR it. ” Daphne’s about to pull her typical strut-and-shove right past him but something makes her pause, something that burns her cheeks: a petty kind of UPSET that won’t let her let go. “ You know what I don’t get? A guy’s allowed to let his facial hair grow, or shave it, or do whatever the heck he wants with it –– but I don’t wax once and I’m suddenly GROSS?! ” Her jaw clenches. “ Why? –– HOW does that make sense? ” 

       ‘ that’s right ! ‘ could’ve FOOLED her; transparency isn’t the issue at hand. oh no, there’s just someone ( who’s CLEARLY had too much to drink ) that wants to do a backflip from somewhere that’s much too high to look even a little safe. alcohol makes his heart beat slow & in turn, his thoughts. they’re dragged along, sporadic in nature, & all about velma. with glazed eyes, he looks to her & smiles, offers quiet reassurance. ‘ they’ll be fine, i think. ‘ waves the wannabe stuntman off, turns her attention to a relaxed game of beer pong. no one wins at this game, but she doesn’t have to know.

       leans in closer to her to talk, music’s tolerable when it doesn’t dilute the message.‘ you wanna try ? i think you’d be a badass partner. ‘ nudges her lightly, partially in jest & partially to encourage her to at least entertain the idea.

SKEPTICISM  sits heady  on  her tongue  ,  gaze  following  the intoxicated boy until he is out of sight  ,  off to do god knows what  .  she’s HOPING for the best  ,  feels as though she should stop him from potentially DYING  ,  but  —  he had friends around him  ,  right  ?  they certainly wouldn’t allow him to perish  —  right  ?     ❛    if you say so  .    ❜

❛    WE  HAVE  TO  GO  INSIDE   .   it’s advertised as haunted   !    ❜

               ❝  OKAY ,  so  ---  index finger goes on this fret ,  middle goes on this one but it’s the second string down ,  ring finger stays  ...  i don’t remember where ,  so i’ll just keep it here  &&  then ...  ❞   there it is ,  the buzzing sound she’d been struggling with ever since her first attempt at playing a single note .  truth was that daphne had always been curious about playing the guitar ;  unlike a piano ,  it was the kind of instrument one can carry anywhere they want ,  the kind of thing that always comes in handy when with or without friends  ( maybe she’d keep one in the van !! )  ---  but it wasn’t half as easy as the redhead expected .   with a heavy breath of annoyance ,  she turns to the male ;         ❝  you know ,  m-maybe i should stick with pianos  &&  leave this stuff to you  ---  yeah , that’s a better idea !!  ❞