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“No, no - I can handle the drinks,” he replied - after all, they’d never fully put their life on hold because of a headache before, why would they do that now? Rubbing at the back of his neck, he gave a little shrug. “I’ll be okay. Worst case scenario, I fall asleep on your couch after one drink and two painkillers.”

“Well usually my couch is reserved for douchebags who don’t deserve the bed, but if you want it, it’s yours.” she said with a smile. She didn’t mind sharing her bed either, not in a sexual way, but Oliver was a friend “Come on then.” She said and chuckled “My place.”

“Very, high IQ, and I have common sense to boot.” she said laughing. “Maybe or maybe you would have been so distracted by me you wouldn’t get work done. That excuse was told to me yesterday.”

Book worms weren’t really her thing, Casey was more a fighter than she was a reader. Let’s just say her attention span wasn’t great when it came to books. “Oh really? Such a flirt.” she teased “And just who said that to you?” She asked, hoping it was a fun encounter, but if it wasn’t, Casey would be happy to chop some fingers off.

Lottie’s eyes widened as the list grew longer.  “Wow that is quite the mix of ingredients.  I’m not sure I could manage of that but it does sound good yes.  I’ve really only tequila once I twice I think.”  She smiled and nodded.  “I do very much yes.”  She laughed again recognising the intention from the kisses and nodded.

“Tequila for me then, and maybe one for you?” She asked, wondering if the other woman would take a drink from a stranger or not. Personally, Casey always accepted drinks, but if people thought that drink was buying them something, they were very mistaken. 

“That might be for the best,” they admitted, rubbing at the back of their neck before pinching at it to try to relieve some pressure in his head. They didn’t want to think about what the impeding headache meant - honestly, drinks and a comfortable place to relax would probably be better for them than going out to someplace that could get too loud.

Brooke smiled grabbing the last box and loading it into her trunk. “Ha well I do bake but not a baker. I teach English and Choir at the high school and this being the last week of school I decided to treat my kids to a sweet treat for a year done well.”

“Ohhhh, so you’re a smart one!” Color her surprised, she was expecting the other woman to say yes, but that was all the cupcakes fault. “I wish you’d of been my teach growing up, i’d of probably turned out better.” she laughed.

Lottie was having a lot of fun during this event.  It was the first real big one she could enjoy since she got to town and it was amazing.  She had been wandering through main street for what seemed liked forever and made her way to get a drink.  Nothing too much just something good and to help enjoy the day more.  She leaned against the bar when she heard someone speak to her and turned her head and smiled.  “Me, oh I do like them from time to time.  I don’t know what purple rain is other than a Prince album, sorry,” she replied, her accent noticeable.  “Jack and coke please,” she said to the bartender.  “What are you drinking?” she asked the other woman.

“It’s vodka, gin, blue curacao, lemon, lime, grenadine and soda water.” she said and smiled “It’s actually pretty good, but I’ma tequila girl.” Which was 100% true, she loved a good shot with some lime. “So, you like Prince?” She wasn’t as much of a fan, but she knew kiss, who didn’t, and to prove she knew that very famous song, she blew some kisses at the other woman.

“I’d offer a good place - a hotel room not far from here.” He said, tipping his head a little as though he were considering the journey there. “But I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you for that long.” Freddie smirked, clearly thinking himself charming. One hand lifted from her waist, resting against the side of her neck, thumb brushing along the line of her jaw. “Can you really blame me if that’s the case?”

A hotel was a good answer, but the better one was definitely the fact he wouldn’t be able to make it there. Some dark corner of a club, some back alley. Hell, she was tempted to offer her boat, but she rarely invited people back there. “No, I can’t.” she admitted, smirking, clearly flirting, flicking her hair drunkenly in an attempt to seduce him “How about you try make it to my yacht, and if you can’t, I’m sure there’s plenty of places along the way.” That’s if he had the stamina to go at it more than once.

“  NOT  UNLESS  I … you  know,  need  to.  ”  He  had  a  bad  habit  of  being  in  his  head  and  either  overthinking  things  or  not  thinking  about  them  enough  which  mostly  ended  up  in  hurt  feelings.  “  It  is  their  loss,  yes,  ”  he  agreed,  taking  a  bite  of  his  pancake,  then  having  to  take  a  huge  sip  of  his  water  so  that  he  wouldn’t  choke  on  it.  “  Thank  you,  Casey.  It  was  fine,  I  just  worked  and  then  came  home  and  went  to  sleep.  What  kind  of  dom  are  you  looking  for ?  ”

Okay, so Teddy wasn’t great at talking about him, thats okay, Casey could talk about her life till she ran out of breath. “What kind of Dom? I dont know.” Honesty, she hadn’t thought about it, she’d just thought the doms were all pussies, and she was used to screwing one and leaving straight after. But just one dom, one that could handle her? She shrugged and twirled her hair in her fingers “Strick, but not a dick about it. Someone that cares about my wants, and doesn’t mind me being a pary animal.”

Brooke raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I have sass for days, ass too.” She laughed. She was proud of her curves, no shame in making that known.

“I can see that.” Casey gave a small chuckle and smirked “So whats with all these cakes? You a baker?” 

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TEDDY  KNEW  THAT  he  really  shouldn’t  be  surprised  by  the  things  that  came  out  of  Casey’s  mouth  anymore,  but  it  still  didn’t  stop  his  started  chuckle,  sliding  the  plate  of  pancakes  closer  to  his  body  and  grabbing  his  fork.  “  Thank  you,  ”  he  responded  before  he  did  anything  else,  waiting  for  her  to  finish  her  thought.  “  You  know  I  don’t  really  hook  up  Case,  ”  came  his  soft  answer  as  he  started  to  cut  into  his  pancakes. “  I  hope  you  find  a  different  dom  that’ll  be  more  entertaining  for  you.  ”  He  wasn’t  going  to  tell  her  he  hoped  the  other  guy  was  alright,  but  there  was  some  sympathy  there.  “  Did  you have  an  alright  night  other  than  that  ?  ”

“You didn’t?” she was a little surprised. “Oh i’m sure i will, most just can’t handle me, their loss, right?” she smirked and took a bite of her breakfast, shrugging “Yeah I did, but tell me about your night? Why no hook ups? You’re a good looking guy. I’d shove a dildo up your ass without any hesitation.” 

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     “Well, damn –” She turned towards Casey, hazel eyes glancing over the body that held such straight forwardness. She wanted to pretend she was offended, but Frankie was far from it. She thrived on attention, which is why she was even at the bar. Sometimes a girl just needed to be hit on to remember she still had it. “Buy me a drink first and maybe it’ll be your lucky night.”

Casey smiled, giving a small laugh at the other’s reaction but it didn’t take long for her to recover and ask for a drink. “That, I can do.” she smiled as she leaned over the bar and yelled at the bar tender “Another round here!” he gave her a look that told her he was busy, but Casey shot a death glare back and he started to make their drinks. “So without being cliche, have you just moved here? Because I swear, i’d remember you!”