#summersocietywrites

Marley made a face at Sugar, clearly unimpressed with the fact that she and Tina and Kitty had blindfolded her and seemed to be steering her into some strange dark hallway, all while she felt as helpless as a bat or a baby or something that couldn’t see and take care of itself. Her heart was racing in her chest as she fumbled along, but at least finally Sugar had the decency to reach out and actually lead her instead of letting her stumble. “I would like it better if you guys were holding my hands somewhere where it was light outside and I didn’t feel like we were about to get into big trouble,” she whispered, squeezing Sugar a little bit harder than necessary to keep from jumping at the tiniest of sounds. 

Sam turned to Sugar, shaking his head but chuckling under his breath. He had to admit, she was good -- he’d been ready to give their stuff to the bellhop, but if she was gonna question Sam’s manliness, then he’d definitely haul their stuff up the stairs... even the extreme amount of luggage she’d managed to bring on this trip. “All right, all right -- I’ve got it, let’s get upstairs so you can shower and get that dumb pigeon poop off of ya,” he teased, smirking at the spot on her clothes where she’d had the incident with the bird outside the Louvre earlier.

Jake glanced up at Sugar with narrowed eyes from his spot on the couch. Sure, it was a piece of shit that needed new cushions and new fabric and whatever, but he’d rather sit here in their apartment with fucked up furniture, no air conditioning, and no real entertainment than set back foot in Lima... wouldn’t he?

“Don’t give me the puppy dog face,” Jake groaned, throwing a lumpy pillow in her direction. “Fine, I’ll go with you to this stupid reunion, but only because Ryder’s going and I have to make fun of him for all those stupid selfies he’s been taking with his new girlfriend.”

“Sugar, no offense, but how are you supposed to break me out of handcuffs? You’re just a human, it’s not like you can rip them off or something the way that Jake could.” Sam squeezed his eyes closed, focusing on keeping his illusion up so that the officers on duty didn’t notice Sugar talking to him. They were busy rounding up other people who they’d caught out past curfew before they took him in, and Sam’s stomach felt like it had sunk completely at the idea of going to jail for real. He’d just been trying to follow Tina -- to figure out where she was going so late, why she was sneaking out curfew, and to make sure she wasn’t cheating on him, if he was being honest -- and everything that had followed was just complete and total trouble. Tina wasn’t cheating, she was in the Uprising. His girlfriend, the one Sam had been so sure could do no wrong, had been lying to him this whole time, and probably would have kept lying to him if he hadn’t taken matters into his own hands and totally messed things up. Now he had a human girl here acting like she could get him out of this mess before it got any worse? Pretty much anyone else he knew would have been more helpful, as nice as Sugar’s offer was. “Unless you got some master key or you’re secretly a female bodybuilder or something, I’m pretty sure I’m getting thrown in the slammer.”

No one knew until it was too late and now the shop owners are trying to press charges for cross contamination, so it’s highly likely people bought them